Poor Little Liam…

Poor guy, we went in for the 4 month check-up, which included 4 (count ‘em, 4) immunizations. He cried, of course, but I soon got him to settle down (by the way, that’s twice I’ve had to handle “the shots” by myself - I think I need Karma Points or something for that, though the Pediatrician didn’t think so). Carleen had him for the rest of the day and about an hour after I fell asleep, she rushes into the bedroom asking what the doctor told me. Seems the little man had been screaming his head off for the past 15 minutes. I got up and we gave him some Children’s Tylenol and he I rocked him - had him settled pretty soon. Boy he’s got lungs - when he wants to use them (which luckily isn’t too often). He’s off again today, groggy and feverish, but otherwise in good spirits. He weighs 13 lbs, 5oz, and is 24 3/4 inches long.

I told our friend Cindy that parenting means wanting five minutes alone to yourself and upon getting those five minutes, wishing you were with your child. It’s been frustrating the past week or so. He gets tired and you try to put him to sleep and that just pisses him off more - I’ve taken to letting him be - if he wants to sleep, he’ll go to sleep, I’m just shooting my nerves all to Hell trying to get him to sleep. He’s still feeding fussily, but he’s gaining weight really well, so I’m not too worried about that.