A mattress had just met a robot.
Nathan turned 2 months old yesterday. As a reward he was taken from the safety and security of his home and had three needles jammed into his thighs.
Vaccinations are very important. And, of course, I want my child to be safe from the many diseases that had been eradicated before the recent hysteria brought on by pseudo-science allowed things like measles and mumps to gain a foot-hold...again.
In essence, these vaccinations are as much protections against stupidity as they are diseases.
But even with all this in mind, it's still not easy to knowingly have your child hurt, even if it is over within a matter of 30 seconds.
Nathan was much more fussy last night than in recent times. He protested loudly whenever I would try and hold him, and infant Tylenol seemed to last for only two of the four hours one must wait before administering more.
I'm rather surprised at my level of emotions regarding this. I feel...changed somehow. And that Nathan has changed too. A threshold greater than a measurement of time has been crossed and it is causing bizarre emotions. I'm sure that, when distilled down, it's simply a matter of love. Each day I love my son more and more. The smiles and happy baby noises I receive in return are such an amazing reward.