Hey...what are those shiny pokey things??

Josiah had his 2 month well child doctor visit today. Well, calling it a "visit" seems too pleasant based on the fact that I went in with a happy, smiling, babbling baby and came out with a red faced, very sad little guy!! But I'm getting ahead of myself, we'll start with the more pleasant parts of the visit. Starting out this morning at home, I had calmly explained to him that he would be getting some shots today and that it would hurt but that it would be quick and that he'd get Tylenol to help with the pain. No, I'm not crazy, I realize he didn't understand a word I was saying but it made me feel better to think I had done my best to forewarn him:-) Then it was off to the Dr. The first half of the appointment was actually for me...Josiah and I have the same doctor so that works out nicely:-) My part was just a follow-up from all the tests and things that I was having when I was sick. He feels that even though the test came back negative that I probably did have viral meningitis but they ran the test too late to detect it. At any rate, it's gone now and hopefully will never return! Now on to Josiah...he weighs exactly 12 pounds and is in the 58% for weight. He is 41 cm long and in the 73% for height. Dr. Garrison says he is growing perfectly and is a healthy little boy! So, you'd think the visit would end on that happy note, no?? Uh, no. As all of you parents out there know, now comes the torture part! Let me set the scene for those who haven't experienced it first hand yet...there was little Josiah, laying on the table with his diaper on having just been examined by the doctor. He's happy and smiling at the doctor and nurse and me and even talking a little, telling us all about the fabulous plans he has for a nap later in the day. The doctor and nurse both leave and the nurse comes back with not one, not two, not three but FOUR vaccinations!! Thankfully, one is an oral vaccine so no needle there. That one was first and Josiah thought that even though it wasn't the best thing he'd tasted, it wasn't too bad. Unfortunately for him, it had only just begun...next came the three needles. He was just laying there, smiling at me and WHAM-O, she hits him with the first shot and out comes his lip, his little face turns beet red and he screams! And then to add insult to injury, she does it two more times!! I felt SO bad for the little guy, even though we had discussed it this morning, clearly he had blocked it out and was completely unprepared! Needless to say, I scooped him up after the 3rd shot and calmed him down and after a few minutes of sniffles, he closed his little eyes and went to sleep. I think he operates under the common baby belief: If I can't see you, you can't see me:-) So, it's over and we both survived...and to be honest, I think it was harder on me than it was on him! Currently he is sitting in his bouncy seat, smiling at his elephants and cooing at them...I think I just caught the word Ouch so I'm guessing he's telling them about his "visit" with the Dr...hopefully he'll leave out the part where I was there but did nothing to stop the evil nurse from torturing him!!