Holy cow! The poor little man got poked and prodded 15 different ways from Sunday.
Having an overly emotional mom wasn't beneficial to Grayson today either...it literally made me start crying when he started sobbing from the pain. It's such a heart wrenching cry! Ugh, so sad!
And there's nothing I could do...short of pushing the nurse wielding the sharp weapon away.
It's a good thing he loves snuggling...it seemed to help both of us recover from the immediate pain.
On the ride home, I made sure to pick up some fresh Tylenol (the non-recalled kind, so no worries! :-)) and I'm so glad we did!
His poor little legs are so sore!
Other than the stabbing and jabbing, they did thoroughly evaluate little Grayson.
Here are his stats. 3 Months here we come!
Weight: 10lbs 10oz
Length: 23 inches
The hat & sandals crack me up! Thanks for the outfit Grandma G! It finally fits!
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