the aftermath

Due to reader demand (Hi Mom!) and the fact I'd like a chance at remembering this if we ever do decide to have another child (if we somehow forget about the sleepless nights and crying), I'd be remise if I didn't mention Brooklynn's reaction to her first vaccination. We've read that you should be prepared to administer some baby tylenol after a shot, because babies are tiny and cute and precious and inadequately prepared for the pain and aftermath of having a huge chunk of surgical grade steel plunged into their juicy thighs.  The needle actually looked like it might have been about the same size as I would have for a shot in the arm, and if you do a little fancy math (accounting for surface area to volume ratios and age divided by height with a square root of pi thrown in for good measure)...  Ok, trust me that the needle was about infinity percent bigger than I wanted to see headed toward any part of my daughter.

So, based on the suggestion of some family, we didn't wait until after the shot to administer tylenol.  We were proactive and went before hand.  Administer the drugs, as I always say.  And she cried when the needle went in, and she cried when the needle popped off of the syringe and some of the medicine came back out, and she cried when the nurse (who looks almost old enough to drive) pulled the needle back out and said "I think that should be good enough".  Very reassuring.  Rhiannon fed her a little in the exam room to comfort her and Brooklynn crashed.

Hard.

Crashed through a half hour car ride to school to visit Rhiannon's new class and some coworkers.  Crashed through two hours of visiting.  Woke up just long enough to scream the entire half hour car ride back home until she crashed again four blocks from the house.

She was out of it for the entire day until about 10:30 on Friday night, which is really what two parents beat down from the week want - and active and semi-happy baby right around bed time.  She got a little fussy, and the doctor had said tylenol every four to six hour, so Administer the Drugs it was.

Brooklynn slept from 11:30 pm to 5:30 am, and probably would have kept sleeping if Rhiannon hadn't woken up and realized that wether the child wanted to or not, she was going to eat.  After the feeding session, she was out for another six hours until almost noon.

All told, it took about 36 hours for her to get back to normal.  She didn't eat well during that time and she slept like she was about 4 days old again.  It was mostly wake up to eat and go right back to sleep.

I'm all for vaccinations, and while I know there are some groups who say the benefits aren't worth the alleged risks, we have every intention of trying to prevent as many potentially deadly or life altering diseases as possible (although I am a little sad that today's generation of children will never experience chicken pox).  At least we know what to expect a little more moving forward.