Now, I am not the most mushy, gushy mommy. In fact love came rather slowly for me in regards to my sweet baby boy. After a long day of laboring and an eventual C-section, I am just not sure I had room inside me for such intense emotions. The deep love did eventually come, just in its own time.
Fast forward to the two month check up for my little bundle of sunshine — who had just started cooing, so precious. We waited for at least 30 minutes after the nurse left for the doctor to make his eight minute appearance, so by the time we resumed our waiting, for the nurse this time, little man was feeling pretty tired. Since I didn’t want to let him fall asleep only to be woken up by the prick of a needle I worked to keep my tired baby awake.
The nurse did come in before he faded too far. She prepared the four vaccines he would be receiving that morning. The first one was oral and she commended him for taking it without any fuss. Well, one down, I guess.
The next three were not nearly as painless for him, nor were they for me. After prepping his chubby little leg, the nurse administered two shots, one right after another. I have never heard him scream so loud or felt so much pain in his cry. My heart was breaking. The nurse prepped his other leg for the most painful of the three shots as my baby continued to cry. Another loud wail, that I am sure could be heard down the hallway, escaped by sweet little baby’s lips. Unfortunately, that was not the worst of it.
The saddest noise was what came after the loud cries. It came after the nurse put the band-aids on and told me I could pick him up again: a little whimper. It was just a small sound, but it was the one that moved me the most. I almost joined in his tears.
This quiet, heart-wrenching sound continued while I redressed him and got everything ready to go. I couldn’t even bring myself to buckle him into his car seat just yet because I knew he needed the comfort. Eventually he started to have a more normal cry as I got him all settled in the car after making our next appointment.
After we arrived at home again he ate and then fell asleep very quickly. He was down for the count for the majority of the afternoon, only waking to eat and then right back to sleep. Surprisingly, he was pretty happy while he was awake. You could tell his legs were a little sore still, but he was a real trooper. We didn’t even have to use an baby Tylenol.
So to you new mom’s who will soon be headed off to a two month appointment for your own baby: brace yourself. This will be a bit of a rough patch for you. Be strong for your baby! Spoil him a little on this tough day. Spend it cuddling and whatever else your little one loves. We broke out a new fuzzy blanket for our chubby bunny. Just hang in there. As they say: this too shall pass.