No parents like shots. We stress about how the child will react during the shot, right after the shot, and then for the next day or two. We don't like seeing someone stab our babies, even though we know Jenny McCarthy is a dangerous moron.
Roland couldn't be a bigger rock star.
Every shot series so far he's done better and better. He screams, of course, but settles quickly once Mom starts to feed him and hold him. And the last series he didn't even act too groggy for the rest of the day. "No problem, guys. I got this."
Today we went in for his flu shot and ten month check up*. He weighs in at a whopping 17.9lbs, which puts him waaaaaaaay down in the 4th percentile. Right when he was starting to get rolls in his legs he also started crawling like a crazy person. And he pretty much hasn't stopped moving around the apartment since. So he's not gained any real amount of weight. Healthy, but skinny. He's 29 inches long, which is pretty perfect.**
To give him the flu shot the nurse (and Mom) had him sit on my lap with my pinching his legs between mine so he couldn't move them. Then I hugged him so he couldn't smack at her.
She cleaned the small spot on his leg and he watched. Probably felt neat. He smiled at her because that's what he does.
She got the shot ready and I held him close.
Barely a whimper. Seriously. The child whimpered once, twice, then was totally OK. Not happy and jumping around right away, but the total opposite of any kind of screaming upset too. Napped on the walk home (yeah, the clinic is five minutes from the house) and once he woke up he was ready to rock. He's not acting like anything happened.
Rock star baby.
|Dear Ben and/or Jerry, Send more please!|
*nine month check-up but we just got it all worked out
** he's more than pretty perfect. He's the Most Perfect. Had him tested for that too.