I decided today is as good a day as any to start my own blog. I'm 10 weeks and 1 day old, and today was my first round of shots with Evil Doctor and Wicked Nurse. I'll start with the good news — I'm growing. Today I weighed in at 16 pounds, 5-1/2 ounces, and 25 inches long. Evil Doctor did his usual mysterious tortures ... he pinned my knees under my armpits, smooshed my belly all the way to my backbone, yanked my arms, tickled my feet, shined a light in my eyes, and so on. Then he talked to mommy and daddy about how pleased he is with me.
Then the real trouble started. I was in such a good mood, talking to everyone and smiling. Then Wicked Nurse came in with a cold silver tray topped with three needles that looked like they were meant for someone even bigger than my daddy. She rubbed cold stuff on my thighs and jabbed those needles in before I knew what was going on. I was shocked and horrified, felt my face turn red and I made sure to scream for all I was worth so mommy and daddy would know that they should never let Wicked Nurse touch me again.
So, I'm not feeling to hot tonight. I woke up from a nap feeling pretty icky, so I cried the most pathetic wail I could muster for a long, long time. Daddy drove like a racehorse to the drug store to buy me some Tylenol, which I think is helping a little bit. I heard mommy say something about hoping we'd all get some sleep tonight. Yeah, right!
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Hey Asher!
I'm with you baby, docs and nurses are MEAN!! You keep hanging in there, and I'm sure mom and dad will help you thru this tough day!
Love ya
Paddy and Rick and the Irish clan (Ru, Luck, and CJ)
AND you must be so GIFTED, I couldn't figure out how to blog til I was into my 40's!!
LOL:)
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