This week was Everdeen's two month appointment. It went great until it was time for her shots. I had always heard stories of mommies crying when their babies got their first shots and I always thought that was a little over the top...seriously ladies, it's a tiny prick, over in seconds.
Umm, I totally was that mommy.
I held Everdeen tight and buried my face into her neck and tried my best to soothe her cries all the while my eyes were brimming with big tears that I couldn't keep from over flowing down my face. Each prick brought a new cry, louder than the last.
Oh, that cry.
She zonked out on the car ride home and was her chipper self the rest of the evening. I think the whole experience was worse for me. Martin told me the other day that I am "such a typical first time mom."
Yes, I worry and wonder if every little thing she does is normal as I run to look it up in the baby book. "Her hairstyle looks like an old man's! Is that normal?!?" But that's my job, to make sure she's okay. I will never want to see my little girl in pain, or sad, or afraid. And I know she will feel all of those things at different times in her life. But if I can take away even a few seconds of hurt for her when she scrapes her knee or cry with her when she breaks up with her first boyfriend, then I know I am doing my job as her mommy.