Treat for mom

Today was the day I have been dreading since writing it down on my calendar....Owen's 2 month checkup. Don't get me wrong! I love going to our doctor, getting Owen weighed and measured, asking all my questions, etc. But today my little guy had to get 4 shots. It amazes me what these poor little babies have to go through so early on in life! I am an adult and I hate getting shots but I have to say watching my little boy get them is far worse!

Well....like all good moms I had planned this appointment at the perfect time! Right after a nap and a feeding so Owen would be in good spirits. But....like all little babies...Owen had his own plan! He woke up early this morning throwing our perfect routine out the window! So much for that! Needless to say I had to wake him up in the middle of a stellar nap to get to the doctor, never a good idea! By the time we got around to the shots he was already crying before they poked him. Once they did, he screamed like I have never heard him scream before. With every shot the scream would reach greater heights! It sounded like a scream of pain and betrayal. It took everything within me not to cry, but even so a few tears snuck their way out! I felt so helpless....I couldn't even bribe him with anything! No suckers, no ice cream, no toys, just nursing....and he was too ticked to even do that! So on the way home I gave myself a treat (allowing him to sleep a bit longer!), coffee from the drive thru at the Filing Station. We weren't going through the trauma of shots without someone getting a treat!

By the way, Owen weighed in at 15 pounds this visit. :)