the doctor pronounced hannah happy and healthy at her four-month checkup yesterday. she is 15 pounds 2 ounces, 77th percentile, and 26 inches long, a whopping 95th percentile. okay, obviously this does not compare to someone else's giant baby, but she's on the fast track to be taller than anyone on MY side of the family so i am suitably impressed by her growth.
and then we got shots. three of them, to be exact.
i'm too squeamish to watch the nurse stick her, but i snapped away for posterity. but oh, poor kiddo. her screaming broke my heart. i wanted to grab up my baby and run out of the room... but we stayed, because i know that's what's best for her.
SHE certainly did not think this was what was best for her. please note the color of her head. "why you stick me, evil shot lady?!?!?"
and then it was over, and we stood up and i held her tight, close to my heart. i whispered in her ear that everything was okay, and she stopped screaming.
we went downstairs to mommy group, and she saw all the other babies, and it was like it never happened.
until next time. sorry, kiddo.
2 comments:
Congrats on having a happy healthy amazing little girl! I can't imagine seeing those shot faces from the other side... I am always behind the babe. For the record nursing during shots or immediately after shots seems to help with their fear and pain. :)
Poor little baby! Tell her that she's not the only one who cries at shots. :)
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