Happy two months to my sweet little monster.
Sadly, we celebrated by getting her first round of vaccinations – a whopping
four in total! I’m all for the miracles of modern medicine and believe in
vaccinations, but four in one go seems brutal.
Andrew was always a bit touchy on the day of vaccinations, but he was usually
right as rain within 24 hours. As for
Maeve…holy hell! I was not prepared for the fussiness that descended upon my typically-happy
little camper. Of course, as luck would have it, she started to get a cold on
the same day as her shots.
We are now four days post-vaccination and she is still a fussy handful. It’s
hard to say whether her crankiness and lack of appetite is due to the cold or
the shots now. I think the combo of both
was just a little too rough, poor sweetie.
Of course, because I am the receptacle of all her bodily fluids, guess
who also got sick? I feel like I have
been hit by a truck. You should see the
two of us sprawled on the couch, both drippy and cantankerous, it’s not a
pretty sight.
So far the boys have managed to escape the bug. I’m not
holding out much hope though because these things usually make the rounds. Parenthood…not for the weak!
