things started out okay. tristan had been sleeping, so i had to wake him up to undress him, but he was good with the nurse and gave big smiles and tried to grab the measuring tape that she was using. he now weighs 12 lbs 8 oz, which is nearly 4 lbs bigger than last month!! i was happy, but not surprised, as he wants to eat nearly every hour..and not just snacking, either. he's right around the 50th percentile in height and 75th in weight. then we had to wait for the doctor, and tristan, being used to eating right after he wakes up, started giving me his hungry cry. i tried EVERYTHING to keep him quiet, but by the time the doctor came in the room, we literally had to yell to hear each other over tristan's wails. finally the doctor suggested i feed him. it's funny how eventually when you've been breastfeeding for awhile, your modesty slowly begins to crumble. so tristan ate and the doctor and i talked about his immunizations, then he left the room and the nurse came in to administer the shots while i held him. it broke my heart to see him so surprised at the pain, looking up at me as if to say, "mommy why are you letting her do this to me?" he got 3 shots and goes back for 3 more in 2 months. the nurse recommended me feeding him again to calm him down, so i did. as soon as he was done feeding, he spit up what looked like the entire contents of his tummy ALL over my shirt, my lap, and his outfit. then he started crying again. so i made his next appointment dripping wet with a screaming child. thankfully he wore himself out about 5 mintues down the road and fell asleep. poor little guy.
my mom told me that when she took us in as babies to get immunized, she always got the giggles when we started crying. something about how we were happy and cooing one minute, and then the next we were screaming...i was worried that i'd start laughing, but i didn't. no, my mother was not at all cruel. she just has an interesting sense of humor :)