two month shots...

i just told him he was going to get his shots









"it's ok, mom, i can handle the shots"









"ok i lied!! it hurts like heck!!"










war wounds










thank you, tylenol!










ok so the poor little guy had to go in today for his shots. I knew this was going to happen, but I tried not to think about it. I actually prayed that Isaac would be stronger than me because I was pretty sure I couldn't handle it. We have a car issue this week so derik came home for lunch and then I took him back to work, picked up my contacts (which I ordered august 29th), and then headed to the doctor's. Ok so by the time we get there, he's hungry. I'm thinking, "great, now he'll be mad that he's not eating and then he'll be mad that he's getting stuck with 4 large needles!" So the doc comes in and we talk about his acid reflux, which is not getting any better. The poor guy has been on Axid since he was born, basically and isn't getting much better. Then we talked about my diet...no dairy, i know, i know. It's a tragedy. He said I could try foods with trace amounts of dairy, like pancakes and ranch flavored rice cakes :) to see how Isaac reacts. That made me feel better...i just have to stay away from the "hard stuff".

Anyway he left and the nurse came back in to have me sign a consent form. Before she even gives him his shots he starts crying. I kept saying, "she hasn't even touched you yet!" But it was obvious he was hungry. After giving me the form, she left, why? I don't know...but she took her sweet time. I picked up my crying baby and shushed him to sleep so when she came back he was out cold! She's like, oh great... She gets everything ready and I lay him down at the last minute possible. She sticks him and he wakes up just whaling! I was so sorry!!! I even said, "I know, she's mean, huh?" I was trying to make him feel better, but I probably just annoyed the nurse. So after shot four, he's basically stopped breathing...his face is red...tears are flowing...meanwhile his pacifier has propped it's self (if a pacifier can be a 'self') on his chin (which one, you ask? the first one).

She leaves and I pick him up and proceed to nurse him and after he gives a couple pathetic whimpers, he's on cloud nine. I mimicked a friend saying that if I could take him out for ice cream, I would, but instead he had to settle for the sweetness of my homemade milk...mmm!

He's been in a tylenol induced sleep the whole night, waking up shortly to eat and frown a little. I can tell his poor legs are sore. For goodness sake...mine would be, too!

...after the post...
he woke up to eat. i changed his diaper. now he's tandem eating and pooping! what talent! he's having a little too much fun with the eating and getting a little too carried away with the pooping...