Nyan had another visit to the pediatrician on Thursday. Not just a regular check-up though: it was time to start his vaccinations. Beatrice and I braced for the worst; not just the after-effects (fever, soreness, fussiness), but we also expected that the little guy would not like being poked, not one bit. So it’s fair to say that we were both a little nervous heading in to the appointment.
(Even worse, from my point of view: I had to work and couldn’t get away for the appointment – the doctor is literally around the corner from our apartment, and sadly it’s tough for me to break away for 2.5 or 3 hours in the middle of the day. So Beatrice and Nyan had to fly solo while I fretted just a bit from my office in Midtown Manhattan.)
But we’re thrilled to report that our little man was a trooper. He was brave. He was nonplussed. He took it just fine – no fussing, no crying, no nothing. (See below for a video of Nyan on the doctor’s table, before the shots. That mellow mood stayed with him during the entire procedure.)
Later in the afternoon and into the evening, though, he got fussy – fussier than normal, with crying bouts, lack of appetite, general whining. Completely understandable, of course, but no fun for him, and no fun for us: when your child is not feeling well, all you want to do is make him feel better. When he’s got a sore leg from where he was poked, and when he’s got medicine – strains of various viruses, really – coursing through his blood, well, there’s not a whole lot you can do.
So we did what we could, which was mostly just give him extra attention, hugs and cuddles. (And let’s be honest: he gets a lot of those already.) Beatrice spent most of the afternoon cuddling him; when I got home around 7, I took over and cuddled him for about two hours – first just holding him and rocking him, bouncing back and forth as I paced around the room; then I laid down on the bed, cradling him in my arms, talking to him, hugging him. He fell asleep after a while, woke up, fell asleep, woke up for a bottle… and eventually fell into a pretty solid sleep. I continued holding him in the dark bedroom for another half hour or so, knowing that if I put him down too soon, he’d just wake back up. But finally I put him down and he stayed asleep for the next couple of hours.
Could have been a lot worse, frankly.We’ve been warned, however, that the second day will be worse, in terms of fussiness and soreness, so we’re steeling ourselves for that on Friday and into the weekend.
Beyond the vaccinations, Nyan checked out in great health. His weight and height are right where they should be, and the doctor asked many questions about our parenting techniques. Maybe she was just being polite, but she seemed very pleased with how we do things. Such as the constant cuddling, and the way we always talk to him as we change his diaper, hang out with him on the sofa or push him in the stroller around the neighborhood. The doctor advised that we not let him watch TV too often, which struck us as an odd thing to say: the kid doesn’t watch TV. He’s two months old! And he’s not going to watch TV for quite a while anyway. (Beatrice’s father has done a lot of research into autism and is convinced that there is a link between autism and too much TV at a young age. And most TV is brain-rotting rubbish anyway, of course.) We don’t watch much TV in general – a few shows here and there, the occasional game or movie, but we’re definitely not the kind of people who have the TV on in the background all the time. So no, there’s no TV watching for Nyan.
It’s good to get affirmation, though, that we’re doing alright as parents. Our confidence certainly gets stronger with each passing day. This kid just might turn out alright after all.
Here, as promised, a video from the visit to the doctor.