He's 8 weeks old today, which means a trip to the docs for some of his jabs and a once over to make sure he's ok.
He's been well behaved all morning, even letting me get washed, dressed and hair brushed without too much fuss. He went in his car seat and into the car without howling, and was wake but quiet all the way to the docs. It's cooler today so I had him dressed in his jeans and shirt, but the waiting room was a sauna so he whinged a little then until I took his shirt off. Once in with the doc he was good as she checked all his 'little boy bits' to make sure he was 'complete' (and he is).
I was so proud as I sat at the docs desk and tucked him up close to my body for a snuggle. And then it happened. Two injections! One in each leg!
My god did he scream! Cried until he was sick!
They make you hold your baby down while it's being done. He was looking me right in eyes when he was jabbed. I swear they make you hold them like that less to stop them form wriggling and more to stop you from lamping the doc for hurting your child!
Back into the waiting room from that and a well deserved comforting feed for poor little Jack - who then filled his nappy to near overflowing. His idea of revenge I'm sure because it honked! So I changed him there and then too - let the smell woft around a bit for him
He was silent all the way home.
I feel rotten.
Lots of cuddles for him when he wakes up!