We’ve had a sick little monster on our hands this past week. It’s been taking it’s toll on all of us but getting his first cold at 6 months is a pretty good effort so I’ve just gotta suck it up and keep on keeping on. Despite feeling like crap he’s still been a happy baby with a few grumbles here and there. Even his sickly smiles melt my heart. If I could make one wish right now it would be that babies understood the concept of blowing their nose.
Being 6 months old it was time again for his next lot of immunisations. Fun. At least his next lot isn’t until he’s 12 months old. We met a new GP but we just didn’t click so I’m still on the hunt. I’m hoping the planets will align and we find our family GP soon. I know there are great Doctors out there, I just have to find one.
I still can’t hold Aidan during his needles. I just can’t. After his 8 week needles I’m traumatised. I almost fainted at his 4 month needles and I wasn’t holding him and was sitting in a chair. It’s the cry, that pain cry that only a mother can fully understand. That cry makes me want to vomit. Steve’s a man and sucks it up. He does what needs doing as it’s for the best. He’s my rock.