two months

Two months ago we became parents... which, for us, means at least 2 things:
1) we are coming out of the no-sleep fog
2) shots.

I've been worried for about a week about #2. Not sure how Harper (or should I say "I") would handle it. So I made Shiloh come with us to the appointment yesterday.

Our sweet girl was oblivious to what was ahead - giving us smiles and mini laughs while we waited for the doctor. This just made me feel worse.

When the doctor came in for the check up, Harper was a champ. She showed her all her tricks:
Holding her head up during tummy time;
standing nice at tall while stretching her neck up tall too;
watching the doctor's light as she moved it around;
and probably a few more that I don't remember.

The doctor was thrilled, again, with Harper's growth:
Height: 23" (75%)
Weight: 10 pounds 5 ounces (25-50%)
Head Circumference 14 3/4 (25%)

Then she sent the nurse in. She explained there would be one oral vaccine and two shots (I was expecting 4 shots, so that was good news). Shiloh held her arms down to keep her still and I tried to focus her attention on something other than the shots (I don't think that did much). Her little face turned more red than we had seen before and she gave a good squeal (although not as loud and mad as the squeal she gives when we're using the nose sucker on her). She shed a few big tears but then settled down. Shiloh has decided that she is (and will continue to be) a tough girl.

With the exception of seeming to feel a little unsettled, the shots don't seem to have phased her - and they didn't traumatize me as much as I expected either (hope this doesn't mean I don't have a heart). The doctor told us that the shots that tend to be harder on them come at month four... now there's something to look forward to.