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.)