dreaded wednesday

Grip has his two-month check-up on Wednesday. I’ve been dreading it ever since his 5-day-old appointment when they informed us that he’d be getting four shots—two in each precious, tender thigh. Originally I wasn’t even going to go. I was going to let Dad to bear the burden of watching our son’s face crumple as people do something to intentionally hurt him, but I realized something. Grip’s life is going to be full of people inflicting all kinds of hurts (intentional and not), and as his parents, we both need to get used to helping him get through it. I think in this case, a little Mom’s milk ought to do the trick. If only all the future hurts were going to be that easy.