TENsie

What an eventful week it's been! From baptism to boo boos, we've had it all!

As you know from Monday's post, we were blessed enough to have some amazing friends and family join us for Keelin's baptism. It was such a beautiful, emotional, and uplifting service and Keelin was a complete angel... despite a minimal meltdown after the priest was finished speaking. My parents made the trek from VA and spent some real quality time with the bean...

Keelin also participated in her first SUPER TUESDAY! Obviously she didn't vote, but she did come with us while we cast our ballots and got some very nice compliments by a few of the workers! She's basically a celebrity.

But I would have to say that the most eventful part of the week was yesterday's 2 month check up where she received 2 nasty old shots that made both of us cringe. I was actually surprised at how well she handled it, and pretty impressed with my own courage as well!

She had been fussy on and off throughout the whole appointment and I knew all hell would break loose once the needles came out. She received 5 different vaccinations but THANKFULLY one of the shots was a three in one. I don't know what I would have done if she needed five different sticks. Actually, cried my eyes out... that's what I would have done! Anyway, as the nurse came in with her evil tools of torture I braced myself for screams and waterworks and my heart broke slightly when she asked me to hold her legs down while she administered the shots. Thank goodness we don't remember anything from this time in our lives or we would all hate our parents. Good intentions or not, we're all guilty by association when it comes to the pain of shots. :(

I made a point NOT to watch the needle, but to focus on my sweet girl's face. The second the first shot went in Keelin's eyes got HUGE and her mouth slowly started to quiver. It was basically the saddest thing I'd ever seen. She let out a WAIL and I did everything I could to fight back my own tears. The nurse was great at being quick with the 2nd shot and after another loud cry from the bean, it was all over. I immediately let go of her legs and went to pick her up, but noticed she was totally silent in shock from the pain and slightly blue in the face from holding her breath. Clearly she's practicing for future protests when something doesn't go her way. I blew in her face to make her take a breath in {a fun little reflex, if you ask me} and we snuggled for the next 10 minutes.  The rest of the day she was pretty mellow {I gave her some infant Tylenol to help with any soreness} and QUITE the sleepy bean.

But then it came time to take the band aids off of her tiny thighs.  I thought I was pretty tough for being able to hold back my tears when she got the shots, but I basically crumbled when she let out an even louder cry after I... me, her mother, who is supposed to comfort and protect her... pulled the first band aid off. Hear that? It's the sound of my heart shattering into a million pieces. It threw me off so much that I had to get Z to do the 2nd one, at which point the pieces of my heart that had previously shattered were turned to dust with another pitiful scream. Oh the horror! Next time I'm taking the advice of some mommy friends and making sure I don't wait as long to remove the band aids and putting her in a warm bath to help calm her and soften the sticky. Shame on me for not doing that this time anyway. Puh.

Besides the EVIL and heartbreaking vaccination/band aid experience, the report from her check up was all wonderful! She weighed in at 10 lbs 4 oz and is in the 50th percentile for height, length, and head circumference.  I love love love her pediatrician and am so happy to have the infamous "first shot" trauma behind me. Now I have two months to prep for the next round. Sniffle sniffle.

Until next time...

If you look closely in this week's photo, you can see the tiny marks on her thighs from each shot. Here, let me illuminate them to make myself feel even worse. Sniffle.