– 7:15 pm

Yesterday was tough. We had to give you Calpol in the end despite what the nurse said. It seemed like your entire body hurt. So much so that we couldn’t move you. You screamed every time as though with every gesture you were being pierced by a million needles. Your mother couldn’t handle it. She broke down for sure.

After the bath and bottle, we swaddled you (a lot earlier than we normally do) so you could sleep. That combo of things seemed to work. We’ll do the final set of vaccines like we did the first, giving you Calpol an hour prior and between 4-6 hour intervals. According to the NCT group, the third dose is the worse so we won’t take any chances with that one.

Side note, it dawned on me that I’ve been secretly blogging for just over a year now. It flashed by. Uncharacteristically, I expected to have given up by now. Only because I thought I’d just have my hands way too full. I am by no means saying this has been easy. The experience has been so (rewardingly) hard that I’ve greyed. I don’t think these white hairs on my chin are a coincidence.

A few hours ago, we shaved all your hair off to give you a ‘boule a zéro’ as the French call it. You had a bit of a cradle cap and this was the only way to deal with it without a half measure. We used this Flake Fixer to great success, scraping it all off. Liza then applied some almond oil to your scalp. You’re good to go.

I was expecting full-on waterworks but got nothing. I figured the buzzing of the shaving machine and the sensation on your skin would give you grief but… Nada! Even the dummy we gave you as a precaution served no real purpose. I think you’re back to yourself. And thank fuck for that.