Finn was due for his vaccination last week and being the overachieving mom that I am, we decided to give him 2 jabs at once, one on each butt cheek.
It wasn’t actually planned though. My little champ took the first one like a pro and didn’t even flinch so we were like, “hey that was easy, let’s go for two!” But then the second jab went in and he got really upset and screamy. He probably thought “I took it like a man and all I got for it was…A SECOND NEEDLE IN MY BOTTOM. THIS WILL NOT STAND!!”
I guess I would have done the same thing if I were him, because clearly taking jabs without protesting isn’t working out so well. I don’t think it hurt that bad but it’s a protest on principle, just to make it clear that multiple jabs on one day aren’t acceptable.
Message received loud and clear.
The next day, he promptly fell ill, coupled with an outbreak of rashes and general grouchiness overall. Poor baby. It’s apparently a side effect that happens to a handful of kids after the MMR vaccination. So he’s been in a foul mood the past couple of days, refusing to eat or drink his milk, waking up to cry multiple times a night. Poor me. I haven’t had to carry a screaming toddler to pace the room in the middle of the night for a while now, and I’ve forgotten how exhausting that is, especially with this ginormous belly in the way.
We were hanging out in bed singing the ABC song for the 28th time last night when he stopped, put his head on my tummy and said “love momma”.
That, ladies and gentlemen, is the first time he’s ever told me he loves me.
And there’s something special about that first “I love you”; it’s the kind of moment that makes you giddy, the kind you want to drink in and wrap up to put in a little jar in your pocket so you can relive over and over again.
I tried my luck and asked him to say it again but he’s a one and done sort of guy so that was it. Next thing I knew, he sat up and yelled “POCOYO PARTY, LET’S GO!!”
Moment over, but that was enough for me. A mom’s gotta take what a mom gets.