2 Month Check-up

Hi friends!

This morning we took Little Boy for his 2 month check up. He is 9 weeks today!  At 12 lbs, 2 oz, he is in the 75th percentile for weight.  He's 22.5" long/tall (50ish percentile) and his head is 50th percentile as well.  Right on track, little buddy.  Babies in my family are traditionally short and plump but with Stuart's genes mixed in, my little man is more stretched out than I was as a baby.  No surprise there...

 I got such a kick out of dressing him is this little hooded track suit.  It was the 1st time I'd put him in a zipped hoodie and I just couldn't get over the cuteness.  This is my nervous smile, because I knew he was about to get his SHOTS!

He was being SUPER sweet, smiling and cooing at our doctor (who we LOVE, by the way).  After chatting thoroughly about life w/ a 2 month old, we had to expose those chubby thighs... I felt so bad about what was about to happen, since he was so happy!

He got Tazmanian devil and blue camo bandaids.  I've never seen him turn as red as he did from crying!  I immediately teared up right along with him.  We had to hold his hands, and I just watched his little face go from happy to totally dismayed as the first needle went in.  I hope he can trust us again!!  I felt like such a baby, but the nurse said every mom cries the first time. 

It broke my heart hearing him wail and then whimper like he did afterward.  It was pain + personal offense of the people he trusts betraying him.  (OK that's a little dramatic, but that's how it felt to me!)

As soon as the whimpering finally simmered enough, I nursed him and he fell asleep for the next 4 hours. 

He's been sleeping most of the day, and snuggly and whimpery when awake.  Poor little dear. 

I'm reminding myself it is way better than a hospitalized baby from the crazy stuff we are immunizing him from.

Somehow I have to accept that he will get hurt in life but I don't know how to make myself OK with that...