My poor baby

Your 2 month appointment was today. We had to wake you up to go. (You slept 8 hours last night! You got up at 5:00 and went back to sleep… weren’t quite ready to wake up at 8:30.) You’re now 10 pounds 12 ounces and 21.5 inches long. You’re in the 5th percentile for length and 25th percentile for both weight and head circumference. You’re doing all the developmental things you’re supposed to be doing.

Unfortunately, there are 4 vaccination shots at the 2 month appointment. It’s better for you in the long run, but you cried so hard. You screamed and your whole head turned red. You were sobbing. I told you I would take you for ice cream if you were older. You settled down a little bit when I held you, but you still cried for a while.

You went back to sleep when we got home.

Fast forward to after lunch. You’ve been so upset. Screaming and then the pathetic cry and whimpering. I wish there was more I could do than just give you Tylenol. Daddy’s snuggling with you on the couch while I work. He tried putting you down for a nap, but you just want to be held.

Christina Gleason (954 Posts)

That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a professional copywriter, editor, and blogger. My company is called Phenomenal Content. (Hire me!) I’m a relatively high-functioning Aspie who also lives with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS), depression, anxiety, and chronic pain. I am not ashamed to admit that I am in the care of a psychiatrist, who assures me that people in therapy are often better adjusted than “normal” people who are not, because at least we know what our issues are and are working on them. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and select types of gaming, including World of Warcraft and Empire: Four Kingdoms. I hate vegetables. I have an intense phone phobia, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or IM instead.


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