Today mum, myself and Kingsley had an adventure. Well, not really but we told ourselves that it would be, er, a fun day out, in order not to fall into an anxious heap. For today doctors would be visited and needles would be administered, and consequently babies would be shrieking in pain. Mums like me and Jiajias like Dora would be wringing hands in desperation for our boy’s comfort.
Today is vaccination day. One administered orally (for Rotavirus) and two into the boy’s thighs will inoculate King against eight serious disease. Polio (which I actually thought was eradicated), rotavirus, diphtheria, pertussis and tetanus, pneumococcal disease, diptheria and influenza are all on their merry way out of our child’s life. Bugs, be gone!!
Our baby proved brave and not at all affected by the affair. Cries immediately after the shots were administered could be heard down the corridors of the medical clinic, but immediately stopped once I attached Kingsley to his favourite place, my left boob.
Good old breast feeding seems to be the universal antidote to all of our child’s woes. After a good feed, he rewarded me with a burp, a smile and a gurgle as thanks for taking him to the clinic when it was time: time to vaccinate Kingsley. Our little courageous lamb of seven weeks…