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Rubbing Alcohol

Charlotte got her 15 month shots today, a few weeks late, because when we went originally, she had a crazy ear infection that took 3 (!) rounds of antibiotics to defeat it.  No joke.  I don't enjoy shot day because I am typically alone with her in this venture because we elected to use a pediatrician that we LOVE who happens to be about 35 minutes from our home (but only 15 minutes from school).  So unless it's a Saturday appointment, I'm it.  Today was no different.  I know the routine.  Hold the arms, distract as much as possible, and be prepared to nurse immediately afterwards.  Except today, I was transported.

The nurse opened the rubbing alcohol wipe and I was gone.

I was standing in our kitchen at the apartment in Chicago.  I was nervously mixing my Menopur and trying to muster the courage to give myself the first injection in my belly.  I was giving myself the pep talk that this needle prick was nothing compared to labor.





Then, I looked down and saw Charlotte's bright red face, tears streaming down, and it was all I could do not to cry myself.  She was so angry.  I offered to nurse and she just couldn't stop crying enough to latch.  The nurse left the room and boom.

Crying was done, Charlotte was asking to be down on the floor and she was walking around, laughing, holding her ibuprofen, looking for her shoes.  Ummm, you forgot to snuggle with me!  Girlfriend was totally fine and ready to go.  We got in the car and drove straight home; she was asleep 8 minutes into the ride and has been asleep since.  I tried to wake her up at 7 to offer dinner and pajamas but she couldn't keep her eyes open. So we put on her bedtime diaper and let the girl sleep. This is probably because she slept for 55 minutes at school today and about 10 minutes last night.  It has been an ordeal, my friends.

Anyway, I apologize for not being here more; the never-ending ear infection seems to be on its way out!  :)  After I enjoy all of the sleep, I will surely be back to share more!  Like news on teething!  And weaning!  :/

xoxo
Mama Porchiv

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