Bear had his first round of immunization shots on Monday. And we're still trying to recover here.
Wow, he took it like a champ...a bit of squirming and a big fat wail. Crying and red-rimmed eyes, but three minutes later he was over the whole thing. I gave him Infant Tylenol to help ease the sting and delayed soreness. (Thank goodness for that stuff!)
He's not been his usual perky self for the last two days. He's sleeping a ton, and he's not been terribly hungry. I think it was a bit more traumatic for his system than I'd expected. I'm giving him lots of extra TLC.
And then there's me. Holy Moses, I had a total crying breakdown when we got home from the Doctor. DH and I both were quite brave in the Doc's office as we held Bear down and comforted him. Three quick jabs in those incredible thunder thighs of his, and it was all over. But I didn't have the freedom to cry until we got home. I was too focused on soothing Bear while we were at the office. Once we got home, a torent of tears ensued. Ye gads, I had no idea those shots were going to bother me more than Bear.
I'm nursing my own emotional wounds today. That was, indeed, excruciating.
2 comments:
I hate to tell you this but every shot, owie, boo-boo and tear he cries will hurt you exponentially more than it does him. I still flash back to some of my son's doctor visits from years ago!
What KA said. I cried more than The Child when she got her first shots. You think the mommy wounds of physical suffering are bad...wait til some other kid isn't nice to him! Stupid kids. I hate them already.
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