This morning Falco had his 8-week doctor visit. It was all fun in the beginning when we got to see that he now weighs 11 pounds and 3 ounces and is 23 inches long. His very nice doctor came in to examine him, and he was a perfectly charming baby while we talked the doctor and she did his exam. Unfortunately, that wasn’t all there was to this visit. He also had to get his first round of vaccines, which meant four shots today.

The doctor left, and we waited for a while for a nurse to come in to give his vaccines. The man who came in wasn’t very nice and talked about how this would be a traumatic event for Falco and how much the tetanus vaccine would hurt and leave a big red knot. Thanks for the reassurance, Buddy. So, I held Falco while Mr. Not-So-Nice-Guy gave him two shots in each leg. As soon as Falco felt the alcohol swab on his thigh, before any shot was given, he started to cry and got beet red. Going into this visit, I told Matt that I didn’t think I would cry like I hear other mothers do when their babies get their shots because I knew it was for his own good. However, when I saw my baby look scared and in pain, my tears started flowing too. Matt managed to maintain his composure somehow.

At least the vaccination process went quickly. Falco cried the whole time the shots were happening, but he quieted down really fast afterwards. I was proud of him for handling it as well as he did. Now he has two months until he has to go through it all again…