Chicken Wings

Hi, I got shots today.

 

And I didn't like it one bit.

We're on a different vaccination schedule, one that some people might not agree with, but it's the one we chose after much research. And much consulting with his pediatrician. As I've said before, we chose what we felt was right for us and I would implore everyone else to do the same.

That's enough of that right?

Shots are never fun, but this set of shots is always particularly sad - one of them (I keep forgetting to ask which one) stings, and so he cries harder a few seconds AFTER the shot, rather than just when the needle goes in.

I don't care who you are, a baby with big crocodile tears is sad. I'm not the kind of mom that wrings my hands and frets about it, for me it's something that has to be done and the alternative is much, much worse. But still. This time was different, he's older, more aware, and was just sad. Very sad. And I had this overwhelming urge to tuck him in, under my chicken wing, my kangaroo pouch. 

I need a kangaroo pouch. I can only imagine this is just the beginning.

Comments

[Abby]

Under your umbrella ella ella ella?

[Jess]

Kim! I need to talk to you about this! I've been researching vaccinations and as usual would love to know your opinion. Do you mind?

Also? Abby's comments make me laugh.