5 shots. FIVE.
And now we’ve reached the glorious age where I actually have to help hold her down because she’ll try to grab the needles and sit up. Perfect. ‘Cause this whole shot thing was already fun.
We were only scheduled for 4 shots at 12 months but BONUS! it’s flu season so let’s just take one in the arm, shall we? Yes, it’s optional but my child eats other kids’ spit for 4 hours every morning. I’m ok with that – there’s no way to not let it happen – but a little bit of a flu coverage can’t hurt, right? Well…metaphorically speaking because literally? It did hurt. Wow, this was a rough one. First time to get shots WITHOUT a pacifier. Yeah, whose bright idea was that? How do you comfort a child who does not have a comfort attachment object? Hmm…you resort to trying to bribe your one year old with treats after the doctor’s office. Somehow probably doesn’t cut it quite yet. It didn’t help that it was almost dinner time by the time we left and all I had for the drive home was animal crackers. For a child who loves her food this was not working…
Anyway, fortunately we’ve never had the fussiness after the fact (but I know that because I just typed that it will hit me in the face) and she’s now sound asleep after a long, rough day.
Stats: Weight – 27lbs 11oz, Height – a little over 30 in.
Time to turn her around in the car and start whole MILK (real milk!). Our baby’s not a baby anymore. A toddler? Where did she come from? Side note: she has a bruise on her cheek and our pediatrician said he was so glad to see that…he would be worried if she didn’t. Love him. He’s the one that held her at 6 months right when Spring was arriving and told her that he wanted her to go outside a lot and play in the dirt. He should have seeen her clothes from daycare the other day. He would have been proud. I’ve washed them once and they’re still not quite clean! That mud sure is fun!