Needles Needles Needles

Before we knew it, it was the day of injections again this week. It also didn't help that we were late getting out the door and as usual my local doctors was very late with our appointment, which only prolonged the unwanted suspense.

This was the biggy that we have been dreading. Three injections, two in one leg and one in the other. As usual Tyler was all smiles, which made us feel even more guilty about what we were about to let happen to him.

Andrea did opt to hold him this time, because of me feeling that Tyler would really hate me, as it seems every time we take him to this room daddy holds him while some woman sticks needles in him. Once in the room I could see Andrea really didn't want to be the one holding him so I told her it would be fine and I would hold him.

Just like the second lot of injections a few weeks ago, Tyler seems quite confused when he had the first needle as if it took a few seconds to process what this sensation was. By the time she had got the second needle he was well on his way to knowing it was pain and the crying and screaming was beginning.

I either calmed him or startled him with a few gentle bounces on my knee which calmed him just enough for the second needle. As soon as that one was done a quick pick up and spin round was once again enough to slow him down, so that the third could be done.

A couple of tears and a few hugs later we had him smiling again and ready to go. As we left we felt awful, yet relieved. It was horrible knowing we'd just put him in pain and that for the next day or two he was going to feel crap, but it was good to know that as far as injections go, that was it! Well at least until he's one.

Other than being a bit whiney for the rest of the day, there was no real difference in him. The difference came the next couple of days. The injections had done a bit of a number on him, he had a fever and was clearly quite uncomfortable, with his continuous stretching and straining, he was also quite miserable and at times it seemed nothing would calm him. After a little while I think the calpol had started to kick in and that combined with the jabs had pretty much knocked him out.

It is a horrible feeling sitting and getting his injections done, not once, but multiple times. It does make me wonder if he'll remember it and a "will he develop a hatred for me" frame of mind, but the answer is  simply, no.

His love for me has grown, as has mine and I can now finally feel like he does know me and love me. The laughs, the smiles, the excitement created when me or Andrea do simple things or even just enter the room.

I can't explain the feeling of watching our little man grow day by day, not only physically, but mentally. To be creating this wonderful personality. All I can really say is I wouldn't have it any other way.

Thank you for joining me again this week and I hope you join me again next friday.