Shots

Today (in my opinion) was one of the most dreaded days that a mother of a newborn has. Shot day. Yup, today was Logan's 2 month appointment. I want to know who the heartless person was that decided that the mother should be the one to hold down the baby while the nurse gives him 3 shots. Shouldn't it be someone that he isn't completely attached and bonded to and dependent upon? What is Logan thinking as he is giving me grins and cooing at me only to have me hold his arms and free leg to let the other woman torture him? And is this really fair to the mothers that have to feel the guilt of letting their baby suffer?

These were all thoughts that I had today after feeling like I tortured my youngest child. However, after most appointments, these thoughts go away pretty easily because they seem to forgive you and the pain is nothing that a little Tylenol can't handle. This was not the case this afternoon. After a long nap and him seeming fine, he woke up in hysterics, screaming till he was red in the face. I took off his tiny jeans and found that his leg was swollen, red, bruised and stiff. Not good. This had never happened with Korben...so now I am in panic mode. I call the office, praying that someone is open at 7pm other than the ER. Luckily, there was a "same day service" office open until 8pm. So I drove back to the clinic to find out that he wasn't going to die, but would probably be a little ticked off for a while. Lucky me. Here is a few pictures of his leg as well as one of him right before the hysterics started. You can tell he is not happy. Poor little guy.

As you can imagine, I was in a pretty sour mood on the drive home (although happy that Logan was okay), only to have the gas light turn on. I stopped at Costco to get gas and amazingly enough, my night made a complete u-turn.

This is the part of my blog that I am going to call "An Ode to Washington":

As I got out of the car, the attendant came over and cheerfully asked me how my night was going. He was in such a good mood that I didn't have the heart to tell him it was kind of going rough. Instead, I told him it was wonderful, and (here's the amazing part) it didn't feel like a lie. I took in my surroundings and went over the latest events of the day in my head. I realized that every person I had just seen had been very friendly. The doctor didn't treat me like an idiot for worrying about my son, instead he praised me for being worried about him. He even told me it was a good thing to bring him in even though I knew he was probably fine. The receptionist didn't charge me a copay since I had just been there a few hours before. The drive home was calm and I didn't get cut off once, or honked at, or have anyone ride my bumper. And as I was standing there watching the gas meter run, I realized that these were all reasons that I loved Washington. Then I realized the biggest reason that I loved this great state. Here I was standing outside in only jeans and a hoodie and to my great joy, I realized that it was January 7th, 8pm....40 degrees. I love it here!