First Shots

Lucas had his two-month appointment on Thursday. He weighed in at a whopping 13 lbs and he was 21 inches in length.

He behaved splendidly throughout his whole appointment, not even crying when they stripped him naked to measure him. He just sat in Josh’s lap and looked at the doctor the whole time. It was adorable.

The doctor was super impressed with his sleeping habits (he had slept from 8 to 5 the night before), and we felt like were at least doing some things right. He fell asleep between the doctor leaving the room and the nurse coming in to give him his shots.

Oh, those shots. I sat where I couldn’t see the needles and cried a little. He gave out a pitiful wail and cried his little “this hurts” cry for about two minutes. I hadn’t heard that cry yet, and it’s definitely my least favorite cry of his. But, after those couple of minutes, he just fell right back to sleep. We congratulated ourselves on being awesome parents because clearly he behaved so well because of all of our diligent care and discipline. Clearly.

Right after the shots and right before the screaming commenced

He did fine until he woke up from his nap. And then we realized that our baby does not, in fact, walk on water. I was working from home and Josh was at his brothers helping to paint when I called him frantically to come home and hold Lucas. The poor little guy just screamed and screamed for almost two hours. I tried to nurse him and he’d nurse and then just stop and cry and cry. Heart-breaking. Josh took him outside and carried him around but nothing really helped.

We finally got wise to the fact that he could probably just use some Tylenol. Which he did. And then proceeded to go back to sleep and be his adorable good baby self. whew.

Shots suck. I think next time he has them, I will just have to schedule a very important meeting that I can’t possibly get out of :) and let Josh handle them on his own.