Vaccinations

I know it's a very debated topic with moms all over the world, in regards to whether or not you give your children vaccinations, and if so, which ones. I'm not trying to debate that in any way, believe me, but it was a choice that my husband and I made before we had our son.

But I have to say, there is nothing more heartbreaking then watching his face crumple as the first needle is injected. I feel like I could die, watching him go through that. And he doesn't scream-that is almost the worst part. He just breaks out in these heart-wrenching sobs. Honestly, I can't take it without my husband-I did it once, and it was so traumatizing, I told my husband no more, he from now on had to come to every visit. It's especially sad as well, because as my husband says, if he was older, we could buy him a treat for being so good. Which is true, by the way, the nurses always marvel at how he doesn't even scream-just has tears and sort of sobs. And even that is only for about 30 seconds, and then he's back to his regular self, albeit a little bit more needy and wanting to be held by his mom. But at this age, there really is no treat we could give him, which makes it even sadder.

I just keep telling myself it's worth it. I never want anything to happen to that baby, and if I can avoid him getting seriously ill, I'll do it. Though I am beginning to wish they had a different way of administering it-candy form? Inhale it somehow? Needles just aren't fun, no matter how old you are. I mean, my husband visibly cringes when he sees one, and when there was that whole H1N1 scare, I was asked to get one by my work, as I was both pregnant at the time, and worked at a medical clinic. So I also asked my husband to get one, and he absolutely refused, though he never seemed to have a reason...

The only consolation I have is that when he woke up this morning, Clark was his normal, happy, smiling self. Which helped me to breathe a sigh of relief. His having no memory of this is such a relief as well. Believe me, I'm not looking forward to his older shots-I can't even imagine how hard it must be when they are crying and saying "Mommy!!!".

For now, I think I'll just continue to smother him in guilt-ridden hugs and kisses.