unamused g is unamused

Today, Grayson had his six-month doctor checkup. He's 27 1/2 inches (80-90th%) and 18 1/2 lbs (65-75%). He shot up in the percentile for height after being in the 50% since he was pretty much born. I thought he had longer legs. He was born with short stub legs, and then suddenly whoosh they popped out there.

He got all of his regular shots, which always breaks my heart. He did really good though. Except later today he was obviously hurting a lot. I tried everything to get him to calm down. A dose of Tylenol helped, but only after I gave him back the boob and he succumbed to sleep again.  We put him to bed a little earlier, so I'm hoping he gets some much-needed rest.

I feel so bad because the middle finger of his left hand has a sore place on the tip that has gotten infected. We had just noticed it right before the appointment so the doc looked at it. I had noticed it was red and swollen a few days ago, but left it alone to see if it got worse. And it did. It looks awful. The doc said it was because he was chewing on his hands a lot; his thumb looks like it's heading in the same direction. So we have to put some antibiotic cream on it and hope it gets better or he has to have oral antibiotics. I definitely want to stay away from those! They make me nervous with the threat of thrust, diaper rash, and upset stomach on G's part.

Then, as the hubs was reading to him a little before bed, G got a paper cut that bled when he grabbed the book! Right near the infected spot on his poor injured finger! I felt so horrible. Poor fingy. He screamed bloody murder, too.

I took the picture below a few days ago, but I think it sums up G's day perfectly.

Unamused reindeer-baby is unamused.

they injected me with a cold!

Dave and I both went to Target and got the flu vaccine yesterday. I'd gotten both the regular shot and H1N1 shot while pregnant and came out the other side with just a sore arm. This year's shot is a combo. Great, I thought, at least I only have to get one shot. Except apparently this one is more potent. Not only did I get a sore arm, but I also have several symptoms of a cold.

Poor Dave got it even worse. His eyes are soo red.

I'm not very amused by this turn of events. I mean, I'd happily get the vaccine to help prevent my kid from getting the flu, but I certainly didn't want to feign a cold in the process.

It doesn't help that Grayson is still waking up an unusual amount of times in a night.

What's up with that, baby g?

vaccination station

I am NOT a fan of vaccines. Well, I'm a fan of the properties of vaccines. They do, after all, help prevent my babycake from getting sick. The hubs and I debated the issue of vaccines and decided to just do the recommended schedule for them.

It breaks my heart, though, to watch G go through them. He lays there on the doctor's table, looking around. The nurse jabs the first shot into his thigh, and his face immediately turns red, and he wails at the tops of his lungs. Zero to screaming in less than a second. For his four month shots, it took a bit longer to get him to quiet down. I nursed him right after, but he kept breaking away to cry again. Finally, he settled down and nursed until sleeping, and slept all the way home and then some.

Poor baby!

All in all, though, he handles them really well. This time he ran a slight fever of 101. We gave him Tylenol when it seemed like his legs were hurting. Mainly he just wants to lay around and hang out. He had no interest in the toys attached to his play mat. I sat with him and we chatted a good bit. He seemed in pretty good spirits once his Tylenol kicked in, smiling sedately a lot. Really just wanted to watch me talk and eat and kiss his toes.

He did get the cutest fever-flush to his face.

At least he won't have to have any more until December, when he gets his sixth month ones. And then a few weeks later he'll get a flu shot.

I suspect shots are just the first of many things we'll say are "for your own good, son."