I had all these plans for Monday, including posting here and taking some pictures of Ian. Before I could get to those tasks, I had to take Ian to the doctor for his check up and shots. Yeah. Now I know that if anything needs to be done, do it before the two month shots. First of all, I didn’t know he could scream the way he did. His lip quiver just about put me over the edge. Thankfully, he calmed down as soon as we started breastfeeding and then he slept peacefully for a couple of hours.
And then he woke up. And screamed. And cried. And screamed. And cried. I felt awful. Nothing I did helped. He eventually stopped and was back to his normal, happy self by the time we went to bed, but my goodness. I’d heard people say how bad shots are sometimes but I didn’t think they’d be THAT bad.
He smiled for me a couple of times last week, which was heart melting, but he really turned it on yesterday. My mom is visiting and he was smiling for her pretty much all evening. We also learned what it’s like for him to be overtired (he was too busy smiling to sleep, so I can’t complain). This is obviously rhetorical, but why don’t babies sleep when they’re that tired?
So things are great. I can’t wait for the weather to get better so we can start getting out more, but at the same time, I don’t want to wish the time away. I want to savor every second that we’re so lucky to have.