The bad part of being 2 months old?

Yup, the shots. My brave little boy got 3 vaccinations today! With my needle-phobia, the actual deed definitely hurt me more than him. I couldn't watch, and opted to sit in a chair a few feet away, ready to breastfeed the second the nurse brought him to me. He yelled and cried for a few heart-wrenching minutes, but soon calmed down to just small whimpers. It was so hard for me, I felt, and feel, emotionally exhausted.

I followed a few people's advice and gave him some Tylenol 30 minutes before his appointment, and I'm sure that helped. I've been holding him since we got home, carefully avoiding his thighs. He's mostly been sleeping, but a little while ago he woke up crying, part-angry, part-pained. It had been 5 hrs since the last dose, clearly the Tylenol had worn off. So I gave him more and sang him to sleep.

Poor guy... The worst part is that he doesn't understand, he hurts and can't get why. And you know he's a very active boy, he loves moving and kicking, but it just makes him hurt more. :(

Hopefully in the morning he'll feel much better.

The fun news from his appointment: he now weighs 12 pounds, 15 ounces, and he's 24 inches long. 2 feet tall!

We'll be heading to bed nice and early. I'm trying to pay attention for any adverse reactions, hopefully I'll still be able to get some much-needed sleep...