Cade & the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day

The day started out promising...

Unfortunately in this story of a Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day there are far too few Australia references.

Today was Cade's 2 month doctor's appointment. At this point in his very short life, doctor's appointments are usually no biggie. Sigh. That ended today. Today was Two Month Vaccines Day. A day that will go down in baby infamy.

It started out not so bad. Baby boy weighed in at a healthy 11 pounds, 5 ounces putting him in the 30th percentile (up from the 25th percentile at his 1 month appointment). Then Dr. DeHaro, who we like so much, came in and checked him out. We got two thumbs up! And we got the A-OK to go swimming in Aunt Meg & Uncle Stacy's pool, provided he doesn't start drinking pool water by the gallon. (That'd be silly anyways. Who does that?)

Before the baby torture began. Also, in his 3rd onsie of the day by 11a due to impressive
amounts of drool and spit up. As a result, the pants don't match. Sigh.

Then the terribleness started. One bit of medicine by mouth and then THREE shots. Oh the screams! I've heard the Cade-man cry, daily in fact, but none of his cries matched the one he let out during his first shot. Blood curdling I-hate-life type screaming.

Fortunately he was fairly consolable with some Mommy cuddling after the ordeal. Which made Mommy consolable.

Since then it's just been a little bit of a fussy, sleepy-but-only-taking-cat-naps kinda day. He's dozed off eating more than usual but poor guy hasn't slept very long during any given nap. And he had to take more medicine (baby Tylenol). And had to have a cold washcloth massaged on his shot spots to help ward off any swelling. Suffice it to say, it's been a Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day in Cade-land.

The best nap of the day occurred in bed with Mommy. Clearly shots require extra special cuddle time.