Today I zipped across town to meet up with Kate and Max at the Pediatrician’s office to see how he is doing. I walked into the waiting room to find my beautiful baby boy still fussing quite a bit after a sleepless night in which he was clearly working some gas through his tiny body. I scooped him up, plunked him on my lap, laid a big kiss on his cheek, and he rewarded my affection with a sudden vomit of breast-milk and a violent diarrhea. This was quickly followed by a huge smile and giggle on his part which clearly makes everything okay. It is impossible not to kiss him over and over again once you smell him (pre-poop) and feel his soft hair against your face.
Max grew an inch since his last visit and is now 22 1/2 inches long! He weighed in at 9 pounds 8 ounces…though if they had weighed him before he pooped he might have been 10 pounds! He is a very happy baby and is sporting a small heat rash on his face and the back of his neck. Then came his first shot, Hep-B.
I know I am opening a can of worms here blogging about vaccinations and newborns…I know this discussion incites some serious emotion among people much like the heated circumcision debate back in 2010 (see here). However, I am all for the shots but fully nervous about them too. We postponed getting them done at the hospital so Max would have some calm recovery time before being shot full of dead viruses. Today’s shot was quick and harmless and I thought, huh…that wasn’t so bad. Then I saw the list of shots scheduled for his next visit a month from now and I got a little nervous. There’s like 7 shots he gets on the same day! Isn’t that a bit much for his little immune system to tackle in one day? Sure he’ll be 2 months old by that point but it still scares me. The debate out there is that infant shots have been linked to autism and there are arguments about the correlation, the lack of correlation, and what is safer to do. I am glad we waited till later to give them to Max but I wonder if we should still spread them out more so there are not so many on one day.
This is yet another decision Kate and I have to make that is all part of parenting…though it still kind of feels like cooking. There are all these recipe books out there telling you different ways to make lasagna. You can follow the recipe exactly and get lasagna – or – you can use a chef’s intuition and make substitutions along the way and adjust the amounts. How much really is in a pinch? Should a tablespoon be exactly a tablespoon or a large soup spoon? This is parenting. A dash of decisions here, a pinch of controversy there, a cup of nervousness, toss in your love, and let simmer for a lifetime.
I hope Max is tasty.