For Cohen's 2 month birthday he got four shots in his chubby little thighs. The nurse had me hold his arms. I felt like such a traitor. I tried telling him that he was ok and that it was almost over but I doubt he heard a word I said. I've never heard him cry like that. Worst of all, he's too little to even appreciate the Snoopy and Sponge Bob band-aids the nurse gave him as a "reward". He's so easily soothed though. I cuddled and fed him and it was all over. No more crying. He's slept a lot today but when he's awake he's been smiling and cooing... I think that means he forgives me.
He's up to 12 lbs 8 oz and 24" tall, for anyone keeping track.