Two month appointment...

Poor Milo. Went to see the doctor yesterday for his two month appointment, and things started out just fine. Apparently he's in the 50th percentile for his height/length, and the 80th percentile for his weight. I don't think the nurse was able to get a fully accurate measurement of his length, he was just waking up and arching his back and stretching, but needless to say, he's turning into a little portly fellow. Doctor checked his eyes and ears, his back and head, his heart and lungs, and everything looks just great.

Then the nurse came back with three rather large needles. Let the immunizations commence. As the first plunged into his little leg, he paused for a moment, then the pain set in, and Milo let forth a scream like none I've heard from him. He's usually such a mellow little man. And then with the second and third, continued bafflement and resonant yells. Why would his mom let this happen? What is happening? He just seemed beside himself at the injustice of it all. As soon as possible, the nurse handed him over, we cuddled for a few minutes, mom cried in utter helplessness and longing to make it go away, and he calmed down. I got him into his carseat, and we headed out.

For the rest of the morning and early afternoon, he slept, long and hard; woke once, ate, went back to sleep. Then about 4pm, he woke again, moved one of his legs, and let go again. Poor man; mom ignorantly thought the worst was over, hadn't stopped to get any baby tylenol, and now was powerless to stop the aching in his swollen legs. Fortunately, Nana Steph called mid-screaming and offered to stop by with the blessed drugs on her way home from work. I managed to get him to calm by the time she got there. By the time Mike got home from work, I thought we were through the worst, but later in the evening, about an hour after he ate, I tried for a second dose of the tylenol. He took it, let a little dribble out, sat and worked on it for a couple of minutes, then vomited every liquid from his little belly, managing to drench both him and me, but miss everything else. After some more crying, he took a warm bath, and we rocked and rocked and lullabyed, and rocked some more. And today he seems reasonable back to his normal, happy self. Whew. This parenting learning curve is steep and sometimes breaks my heart, but so far we're both surviving unscathed.