So the thought of taking my sweet baby girl just about killed me. Once I saw the nurse come in with the shots I just about fell apart at the seams. She then asked ever so nicely, "please hold her arms down so she doesn't accidentally get poked." At that moment I had all my memories flash through my own mind. So of course I held her arms and looked away. Good thing she just stared at the nurse!! Poor thing jumped when the first one went in, and immediately started to screaming. Now this scream was no ordinary cry, it was the worst, heart wrenching cry you can hear as a mom. So of course I start to cry. I just wanted to scoop her up and run out of the building. Being a "good" mom (this is what I have to tell myself) I let the nurse finish, and gingerly picked her up and cradled her. Both of us crying. I know pretty pathetic. But I couldn't do anything about it, nor did I really care how it looked.
Lula's Two Month Stats:
Weight: 11 lbs 5 oz 80%
Length: 23 1/4 inches 95%
Head: 15 cm 50%
Lula, right now you are starting to 'coo' more and more. You smile so much these days, and maybe we can get a little giggle if we're lucky. You have started to sleep about 5 hours at night, which is great! Your little thighs and cheeks just keep getting more and more chubby. You love snuggling with daddy at night. You always love your nightly baths. Plain and simple we love you so much and are so happy you are healthy and a happy little girl!
3 thoughts:
Madi, I cried reading your post because I know how you feel!! It definitely gets easier with each kid. Although, I still hate the appointments when I know they get shots, I don't cry anymore (it took a while though). It gets better. You are a good mom for getting the shots done and for crying along with Lula.
Ohhh, that is the saddest little face! She is so stinkin cute, I want to come visit!
By the time I had my last 2 kids, I couldn't stand to take them to get shots so CC had to come and hold them for their shots. She's a life saver! Good luck. I don't think it gets easier.
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