Ouch

Yesterday was Bear’s 2-month well visit and checkup.  The first part went really well – he checked in at 23 1/4″ long (81st percentile) and weighed 13 lbs. 12 oz. (97th percentile).  More importantly, the doctor commented that he seems to be growing nicely and looks good.  And he’s damn cute.

Then came the dreaded shots.  The 2-month immunization set consists of DTaP, Hib, IPV, PCV, and Rotavirus.  The first one (I think Rotavirus) was administered with a dropper, so no big deal there.  But the rest were shots, and I was little prepared for how hard it would be to see my son in obvious distress.  His face went from pink to bright red in about 2 seconds and he obviously didn’t enjoy the experience.  I had no interest in seeing he needles go in and I was surprised by how poorly I took the whole thing.  Luckily mom was there to comfort him.

He seemed to be OK during the rest of the afternoon and early evening.  We took him to the mall (first time as a trio) and did a little shopping and eating.  On the way home we stopped into Walgreen’s to pick up some generic acetaminophen.  That turned into an ordeal thanks to the recent Tylenol recall brouhaha.  Not surprisingly, people wigged out and now you stand a better chance of seeing a Beatles reunion than waltzing into your local pharmacy for some infant pain relief drops.  I went to about half a dozen stores before finding the lone box in a local CVS.

It’s a good thing I did, as later last night Bear definitely seemed to be in poor spirits from the shots.  There was no fever, thankfully, but the injection sites were a little warm to the touch.  He was not shy about letting us know what he thought about this, and it was rough.  But not long after one dose he seemed to calm down.

So I plan on making sure we have plenty of drops in stock at all times, but especially before his next round of vaccinations.

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