I look at this picture and realize that maybe my wee one, isn’t that wee. To me she is perfect. But when we were getting our shots last week. The nurse basically said she was fat. Umm last time I checked babies were supposed be chubby. I was a chunk until I was five. They say she is short, but has some gurth to her. And they would have to keep an eye on that. To hell you will, she is happy and healthy. She likes to eat, so what? Once she starts crawling it will all work its self out. Yup she is my 17.5 pound pumpkin, and I love every roll, crease and crevasse.
I guess as her mother, I don’t realize how much she is growing. I took this photo at my single mum group. This is when I was all wow, maybe she is bigger than I thought. Her little pal is half a month behind her.
This pretty much sums up today. Yesterday was the dreaded S day, S as in shots. She hates them, WE hate them. Such a horrible thing to do to a wee child. Yes I know somethings have to be done to protect her. But really, have you seen the length of those needles?!
At least it didn’t take as long for us to get through them this time. We had a smart nurse. She stabbed her once and we quickly switched sides, and stabbed her again. It’s the way it should be done. She is already in pain, and screaming. Why drag it out for the both of us.
I think it almost hurts me more than her. The pain cry, sets me off… My boobs get hard and leak, as do my eyes. And I just can’t think when she cries like that. All I want to do is fold her back into my womb and make her safe.
But it is my entertainment after she has calmed down. She always looks right at the nurse, sticks her hand in her mouth. And gives her the what for.
Today was the aftermath. She was a hot mess. Crying almost all day, slight fever. I couldn’t put her down, as soon as I did she would start all over again. We went for a three hours walk, it was the only way she would sleep. And she only really dozed. Poor little bugger
At least we have 8 weeks until they want to stab her again.