Grub had her two-month-old immunisations today. Yes, she is nearly eight months old. We always intended to put them off a little bit but we are so slack that a delay of a month or two turned into a delay of over five months.
I was actually quite pleased with how it went. Instead of the standard 45 minute wait to see the doctor they were actually running ON TIME. I was expecting a tiresome lecture about our failure to immunise her so far but the doctor was very pleasant and even made a comment about the incredible number of things that are on the imunisation schedule now. Seriously, they just keep adding and adding. There are so many more than when my older two were little and Grub even gets a few that Pudding didn’t get and he’s only 3.
Poor little Grub had to have an injection in each thigh. The doctor was really quite nice and even called another doctor to come and jab her at the exact same time so as not to prolong her distress. Still there was that moment, that slightly delayed reaction, a look of surprise and then “ohmyfuckinggodyoubastards, YOU HURT ME, ON PURPOSE!!!!” scream that just rips your heart out. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. She recovered quite quickly at the time but now she’s a sooky, crying mess and just needs to be held and boobed for the rest of the day.
Despite her sore thigh rolls, she still managed a major developmental milestone today, sitting herself up for the first time. She has been able to maintain her balance in a sitting position for several weeks but this was he first time she really sat herself up. I was so loud in my enthusiasm for her new move that I scared her and she fell over. Of course, all of the effort required meant she immediately needed a boob and a nap but at least that’s given me some precious time with my laptop.
It is 43 degrees here today. The being inside and the heat has driven Pudding insane. He spent all day shrieking maniacally and throwing pointy things, before finally passing out next to me on the couch. We try to duck to the park in the cool of the morning but we didn’t today and it has caused his fragile little mind to break. It is very boring but there is little I can do to make it more exciting for him especially as Grub refuses to be put down. At all. Ever.
We did play a great game this afternoon which involved him being a baby, who required frequent nappy changes. In the end I was worried that although the nappy changes were pretend, he may develop some sort of emotional scarring, which will create bizarre fetishism in his adult-life. I am nothing if not paranoid. In the end he decided that teddy was the baby and proceeded to breastfeed him. Can you tell what he sees the adults around him doing most? He needs to get out more.
In light of Pudding’s boredom, we have organised a new playgroup for him. He does swimming once a week and usually has a couple of playdates a week but we’ve decided he needs some more outside of the house time. It is all very exciting as it takes place at a local school, where they’re all about the alternative education methods. I nearly sent Rhubarb there years ago, but as I was a newly single Mum (the ex charmingly moved interstate after we split, so as to avoid any parenting duties) and I was across the other side of town and just beginning my degree it didn’t seem practical. Beefcake and I are hoping that Pudding will enjoy it and that we will be able to send him to school there next year. He is a very ‘free-spirited’ child and I worry about what the soul-crushing state education system might do to him*. I don’t know, it may not work out but I’m sure Pudding will enjoy the extra activity anyway.
*That sounds bad, the other children are fine and hardly damaged at all but it’s so potluck and maybe this would suit him better.