We had the 5 month checkup yesterday, and Emeline was just adorable. Everything’s allright with the little girl, but we’ve had a couple of incidences in the past month where it seems like she has some kind of muscle spasm while I’m breastfeeding her, so we’re going to a specialist to check that out. Because of that, the nurse wanted to ask a doctor if it was okay for Emeline to have her vaccinations, but neither thought it’d matter.

Vaccines. Again. And this time I was alone with her, and Husband was holding her the last time. Oooh boy. Well, I was actually feeling a bit nauseous before I left home, just because of that, but had decided not to freak out. Haha. It went fairly well though. She cried while the nurse was aspirating and injecting the vaccine, but stopped when I gave her a kiss on the forehead and told her it was okay.

Then the second one. Oh, that baby isn’t stupid. She screamed when she saw the nurse approaching with the syringe and was a lot harder to comfort afterwards. Poor thing.

I woke up at 2 AM and noticed that she had a fever. I woke the daddy up, who was NO help at all. He’s in his own world when he’s tired… And after having to tell him everything twice, we gave her paracetamol, which didn’t seem to help at all, but at least the fever didn’t rise, so we all went to sleep. She’s a bit better today, and she’s perfectly happy playing with her toys

Whaaat? Already?!

Yes. Apparantly.

So I had dreaded that day since I heard of it. April 6th. The day of Emeline’s first vaccines. D-D-D-DOOOOM!

I mean, I hate needles. At least blood samples. At least the ones where they poke you in the finger. (Wait for it… waaait fooor iiit… BAM! And the nurse get that drop of blood she needed, and I’m left with an aching finger and sweaty hands. Seriously.) Oh, and I don’t care for vaccinations either. And I really hate venous catheters. And all this despite that I normally do all of this to animals every day. (SO SORRY, ANIMALS!) Okay, so I’m really a stellar blood sample patient, I even watch what they are doing, asking what’s in the different sample vials and whatever, but that’s only because the nurses are good at what they’re doing.

Well, babies don’t like vaccinations. That’s a fact. My baby is very verbal when someone’s doing something she doesn’t like. That’s also a fact. So the vaccination scenario I was picturing was NOT GOOD: She gets all red in the face, screaming as loud as her tiny body is able to, making her tongue all tense, tears streaming down her cheeks, until she’s out of breath, and my heart breaks.

I was sitting on the edge of the chair while Christian was holding Emeline. The nurse asked if I wanted to go outside. I shaked my head and said that I wanted to stay in the room rather than hearing her cry from the hallway. Emeline had that look “What’s going to happen now, cause you’re all acting really weird…?” And then the poke, and the sobbing began. And the “Why did you do that?” look. And the crying. Oh, the crying. And we all knew it wasn’t over yet, cause she was just about to get the second vaccine. So we just asked the nurse to get it over with, so we could comfort her again.

To be honest it wasn’t as bad as I had imagined. She actually cried harder when she had to do some belly time and nobody was helping her over on her back again. Poor little reversed turtle.

And in the afternoon she just had the longest nap, which made me a happy mom cause I could also get a nap.

Oh, and did I mention that she’s now sleeping in her own bed at night?

It’s so weird to think about that it’s a year since I got pregnant… It feels like forever I was working nights shifts and all that. Tuesday is the 3 month checkup for Emeline, and she’s getting poked with scary needles I must admit I’m not handling her crying very well, so I’m thinking it’ll be a nightmare for us both. Hm, would you look at that. I’m a mom blogger now. How did that happen? I mean, what did I blog about before? I can’t even remember.

Easter has been lazy here. Line visited us from Monday to Wednesday, we took Rora to the vet (she still has food allergy problems) on Wednesday afternoon, and drove to the cabin on Thursday morning. Left Trysil Saturday and has done nothing since then Oh, and Line pushed me into buying tons of scrapping material while she was here, so I guess I’m trying out scrapbooking whenever I get some time to sit down. Anyone who’s into scrapping? I don’t know how to start. I mean, how to actually start. How. Help. Mommy brain is hard on my usual sloppy one.

I just randomly sent a text message to a friend I haven’t seen in years (he moved from the city). Turns out he just moved back and I’m meeting him sometime this week. Excited!

Let’s see, what else? I desperately want a new wardrobe. Haven’t used my normal clothes since.. Well, almost a year ago. Want. To. Go. Shopping. Can I afford some new clothes? Yes? Maybe.

After several fights/discussions with Christian I decided to take the vaccine. I’ve just been so afraid of adverse effects on the baby since it hasn’t been tried out yet. Anyway, I called the doctor’s office, but they told me to call back on Thursday as they started vaccinating people at risk of complications from the new influenza on Monday. And I knew that I could get the vaccine at the midwife’s office from the same day. A couple of days later I discovered that the midwife’s office got the vaccine from Friday, so I called the doctor’s office again to hear if I could get an earlier appointment there instead. And I was told that I could come on Monday 9th. Whaa? That’s a week later than everybody else! I mean, if I’m gonna have this vaccine, then I’m at least gonna get early…

So I called a private clinic and was told to just come today, so I did. And I waited for an hour, went in for about 2 minutes, got the vaccine and waited 20 minutes to see if I got any side effects. And all that made me 2.5 hours late for work, but at least I got a needle in my arm. I was sure it would hurt, but I hardly felt it.

Well, I can feel it now. My arm is really sore, and I can’t understand why they injected it in my right arm. Oh well. Just hoping I won’t be spending this weekend in bed with sore muscles and a fever.

And I’m crossing my finger that I did the right thing. It’s all for you, my precious.

I’m having a hard time deciding if I’m gonna get vaccinated against A(H1N1) or not. Everybody around me are advising me to do it since I’m a double risk patient because I’m pregnant and have asthma, but I have a bad feeling about a vaccine that hasn’t been tested thoroughly. Agh, I hate this! At least they don’t have the vaccine available yet, so I don’t have to decide until next week.

The baby VERY active and I don’t understand how she’ll be able to get any bigger inside of my stuffed belly. It seriously feels like I’m gonna explode soon. I’ve now gained almost 9 kg since I got pregnant.