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This post originally appeared in my old blog, www.the-alice.co.uk
Before today, if you’d asked me what I thought the worst job in the world was, I probably would have given a pretty standard answer. Bin men, portaloo cleaners (I’ve seen them in action at music festivals, urgh) chicken sexers, roadkill collectors… I now know I was wrong.
The person with the worst job in the world is easily the nurse at my GP’s surgery. Yesterday she had to stab 4 tiny babies in the leg with needles, Elfie being one of them. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to make these beautiful little ones cry so hard day-in day-out. It would break my heart.
The nurse was running about half an hour late and we were ten minutes early, so we had the pleasure of hearing the screams of all the babies going before us. Will had a last-minute work meeting so I was on my own, and by the end of the experience I don’t know whether the baby or I were more traumatised.
The appointment fell at her lunch time and I’d chosen to stretch her previous meal out a little while longer so she could have a comforting feed as soon as we got home. Naturally by the time we were seen she was screaming for milk as I was frantically trying to distract her.
As Elfie is still so tiny (around 10lbs at 2 months) the nurse used a finer needle than normal, but to my protective eyes it looked as big as the syringes I’d been jabbed with so often throughout my pregnancy. I hate injections, so it was painful for me to see the nurse coming towards my baby’s teeny thigh with the needle, and having to hold her still for the whole thing really was quite upsetting.
She had two injections – one in either thigh – both prompting massive screams and cries (from her, not from me, I bravely held it together) . As soon as we got home a feed helped calm her down but she was very clingy. I wore her in the sling for the rest of the day which helped her settle, but a lot more crying came that evening.
Our poor little inocculated girl is still out of sorts, again I am wearing her in the sling this morning for comfort, and I think a couple of quiet days are in order. I have 4 weeks to prepare myself for the next round of injections and am dreading them already.
Originally posted on my mumplusone blog.