Day 58: The baby torture room

Today was the dreaded "Jabs" appointment at the doctors.
There's really no way around this. As parent you know it's for the best, but you know it's going to hurt your baby. Twice.

We got to sit within earshot of the suddenly ominous corridor leading to the jab room as a steady stream of tearful babies and anxious parents shuffled by.

We had a 10 o'clock appointment. Not much chance of making that. These days getting out of the house by 12 is an achievement. I was up until 2 once again with the cycle of nappies, wee, new clothes etc. Then disturbed from 5 ish as Oscar was doing his snuffling noises. I think introducing him to the pigs was a bad idea. Perhaps he's confused about what he is or which ones are his parents?

Once we got in there it went as well as could be expected. Quick chat, this is what we're going to do, blah blah, jab >scream!<...other arm...jab >scream!< >cry< >tears<... >sobs<...>snufffles<... Then we had to wait in the waiting room in case he had some terrible reaction.

Interestingly they only told us of the possibility of a terrible reaction *after* we agreed to the jabbing.

Luckily he was fine and off we went to Tesco to return the ice cream we bought yesterday that was already open when we looked closely at it. Along with the fish that was also open when we went to use it. Who is going into Tescos and opening packets of fish and ice cream?

Next we thought it might be nice to visit the local market to teach Oscar about how fat women like to smoke in front of their children and wear huge hoop ear rings and tight leggings instead of getting a job. He wasn't that interested to be honest. Back home the pigs have settled in nicely. Bertie is her name, not Boris >duh< I still forget the other one though! Watch this space.

I got a sneaky 90 mins sleep in late afternoon which should get me through the evening with any luck.