My poor but lucky angel had his 1st round of vaccines yesterday. It really brought out the mom in me. When the long and quite thick needle was inserted, I had to look away from his thigh and concentrate on comforting him by talking to his face...assuring him that "Mommy was there" and that "It's going to be alright". Of course, my trust in the capable hands of his Neonatologist was the most important assurance I can give my son.
My son does cry loudly. In fact, before his hunger clock activates, he would let out an ear-splitting scream and will start to wail with matching big open mouth, quivering chin and curled tongue. At times, he would even curl his mouth downward like the letter "C" and let his chin quiver before he starts to do his thing. If you were a passerby, you would even think someone is being harmed, spanked and massacred in our house! So his nanny and I along with his grandma, would make sure to feed him when he starts to whimper and fuss - prevention is still better than the cure. :) Most of the time we talk to Zef Iñigo and slightly admonishes him while explaining that he does not need to be that loud since it will give him more gas pains and yeah, make everybody think red. He does sound like he is injured.
So yesterday it was quite a scene in the Pedia's clinic. I wanted to laugh at his transformation from the fussing, loud crying-like-in-pain baby to the sudden calm-before-the-storm baby if it wasn't a painful experience and if my mom wouldn't spank me infront of everyone. :D When the needle pricked him, he was stunned...then let out an unbelievable wail - like sirens and he turned ashen. Poor Zef Iñigo. It would make him well but it was a traumatic experience for someone who can cry at his will without or less pain or uncomfortability. All throughout the afternoon, as we walked around the mall and bought a couple of things, he was still ashen and quiet. Even when he was hungry or wet, he would not let out his signature wail. Poor baby! Oh well, that is life for an infant.
I saw his blood-stained band-aid when we went home last night. He kept on crying (not that loud) when we unintentionally put pressure on that part of his thigh. After some more feeding and cooing on top of assurances that we love him and that he will be fine and a couple of "bad doctor", he finally went to sleep. Thank God!
At least it would be another 2 months before i get to see him "get stunned" again. :) Oh and he can see me by then... see me get stunned with the bill too... :D
