Ahem. Sorry. Woke up with that song in my head this morning. (The original lyrics, though.) Woke up at 4:30 a.m., actually, worrying about taking Ellie in for her first vaccines. (Hence the made-up lyrics.)
Yeah, I know the link to autism has been disproved, allegedly; I was more worried about the rare severe side effects ranging from seizures to, like, her intestines tying themselves in knots or encephalitis or whatever. When one of your children has died, it makes you a tad bit paranoid about shit happening to the other ones. As I explained to her pediatrician, who is awesome & very understanding.
Sooo, we're doing the Sears schedule, because I do think vaccines are pretty much necessary for the pooker's health as well as public health. (Mom tip #4: when freaking out about your child's possible death by rare causes, get as much data as possible on whatever it is you're freaking out about. The odds of a severe reaction are something like 1 in 2600, according to Dr. Sears.) So it was only two vaccines today instead of five.
She liked the rotatech syrup fine, and then it was time for her DTaP shot. Lemme just say: OMFG. When the nurse brought that needle out, I nearly had heart failure. It was so freaking long, and she stuck the ENTIRE thing into my poor baby's chubby thigh. Ellie, not surprisingly, screamed like a banshee and cried like it was her first heartbreak. I almost cried, too, she was so upset. But she calmed down pretty quickly, fell asleep, and seems to be doing pretty well. She had a mild fever an hour and a half after the shot, but her temp was back down an hour and a half after that. She's been a bit fussy, but she's so damn sweet & easy-going, she still hasn't reached normal baby fussy levels yet.
Knock on wood, she continues to do well. She's up to 11 lbs 3 oz, which I'd just like to note for the record is still 3 oz less than her dad weighed at birth. Yes, I think "holy shit" is the phrase you're looking for.
One last thing: yesterday I was talking to a woman I'd just met. "Well, enjoy it while you can," she said, referring to my darling, snuggly little pooker. "Once they start talking, they never shut the fuck up!"
All I have to say is, wow. I realize she was only half-serious, or maybe three-quarters serious (there was sort of an edge to her voice when she said it). But when one of your biggest regrets is that you'll never get to hear the voice of your first child, you tend to really look forward to talking with subsequent children. I am so glad this kid is my kid, and I hope she never shuts up. 
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