the dreaded four month shots

if you are like me, shots are harder on you than they are on your kid. you hear horror stories of babies screaming, freaking out and not sleeping for days. i have been mentally preparing for this day for two weeks. i attempted to do my own work (minus grading since that is a never-ending nightmare) and cleared my day today to mentally prepare. i convinced my husband to come with me to the appointment for support. i drugged her with the extra tasty tylenol ahead of time and prepared for the worst.

the moment comes and i am almost in tears. emily screeches and cries for all of 10 seconds and it is over. she happily munched away on her pacifier, cooing at the nurse and clutching my hair. she is now cooing like a fool and playing with her feet in her crib. my dogs are curled into a giant ball on the couch and are enjoying tlc (they love the tv, no joke). i am debating having another cup of coffee to soothe my nerves!

it is days like today that i am reminded that no matter what project i encounter at school or no matter what psycho student approaches me, being a mom always seems to be harder and to take more preparation. i am not complaining though. i am just enjoying the adventure day-by-day.

off to grade while the calmness lasts! the beauty of teaching a class that involves presentations is that emily seems to enjoy watching my students' presentations. at least one of us will have a good time.


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