Shots fired

Today my sweet baby boy had to get his immunizations. Just by that sentence, you already know it was a terrible day. 

     So of course, the whole day I'm dragging my feet and very anxious, then we get to the doctors and Charles-Winston had no idea what was coming, he's laughing and smiling at the doctor. Then came the shots. Weirdly enough he had one oral "shot", it was like the same thing as a regular immunization, but he just drank it, so that was cool. When the phlebotomist jabbed him the first time he did one long cry with a seemingly everlasting scream and then he gave me the ultimate look of betrayal. The woman causing all this pain and confusion was pretty speedy and efficient, but she just kept going at it, one after the other and my precious child was pinned down and screaming at the top of his lungs. Fortunately, this time I was brave enough not to leave him at this time of need (last time I had to leave the room, it was just too much for me). I held his hand and when she was done, I held him and he quickly forgot all about it.

     My theory about these kinds of things is that the baby is like totally fine 5 minutes later, but the mothers, they'll be scarred for life. Charles-Winston seems to be completely fine now, in fact at this moment, he's laughing in the other room with his dad, so it can't be that rough.