Ben had his first vaccinations yesterday and I thought I'd got away so easy! He only cried for about 15 seconds after they jabbed him (in both legs at the same time!), then settled immediately when I got him in a cuddle. So I was like, cool, that was easy. Last night wasn't even that bad: he woke up once more than usual but went straight back to sleep after a short feed. This morning, however, I barely recognise him! He's been screaming constantly since about 6am, only taking a break to feed (which, thankfully, he seems to want to do every hour or so). Poor little man!
I thought a lot about whether I wanted him to have the injections, because I don't want to just do things to him because they are expected or because the doctor said, and eventually decided that I wanted him to have them. I'm not having second thoughts, but I'm shocked by how traumatic it seems to have been for his poor little body. I have to keep reminding myself that it's so much better than him having one or several of those horrible diseases.
I know vaccinations can be a contentious subject, but I really believe that God has facilitated science to help us to overcome some diseases to balance out the fact that there are so many new afflictions these days, like cancer and severe allergies. I mean, maybe people were dying of cancer 500 years ago and doctors just didn't know what it was, but still, imagine how much less funding/time there would be for researching it if we still had to deal with epidemics of polio, tetanus etc..
Well, hopefully Ben will be more cheerful when he wakes up. I'm going to try to cut his nails while he's still sleeping!
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