Today was little man’s second set of immunizations, and the first time his parents had to watch (at least, I don’t remember the immunizations at the hospital when he was born).

During the appointment, the nurse commented that little man’s dad and I looked extremely calm for first-time parents.

Calm?  Us?  That was pretty much our spoken reaction – with an added laugh.

In her experience, she said, chill parents have pretty chill babies, and both of us looked pretty chill.

The irony is that the night before, I’d been praying for help to figure out why little man had been crying so much when I was trying to feed him for the past few days, worrying he was getting sick.  My hubby had suggested that perhaps every time little man was fussing during the day, he wasn’t really all that hungry.  I finally realized that was probably the case (and the pediatrician confirmed it today).

But little man pretty much slept through the immunizations.  As I watched him sleeping and being content for the first few hours after his appointment, I was in awe.  Where did this calm child come from?

Then he started crying. He woke up, and started kicking his legs, but must have been pretty sore.  Poor kid.  Thank goodness for children’s acetaminophen!