Those mean ol' shots!

Cooper had his 2 month check up today. My lil' booga bear weighs 11 lbs. 4 oz. Hard to believe he started out at 6 lbs. 4.6 oz. He's getting so big so fast. After weighing him came the shots. Poor baby had 3 shots (one in one leg and two in the other) and then he got some medicine by mouth. As soon as the nurse stuck him he screamed. Talk about BREAK your heart. I got teary-eyed. If I could have gotten those shots instead of him I would have. I hated to see him cry, but as soon as it was all over I got to cuddle him and love him and he relaxed. He was safe in his mommy's arms.

After the doctors I had to run by work for a bit to talk to one of the project managers about a report I needed to format. Next thing ya know it's 5:30 and I'm finally leaving work. Cooper does quite well when I'm at work. Doesn't hurt to have people there who are willing to hold him while I try and get some work done.

Getting home at 6:20 really made me realize how much I'm going to NOT enjoy going back to work full time. I'll get off of work at 5:30, go pick up Cooper before 6, and then head for home. Traffic sucks around Baton Rouge so I'll probably get home around 6:30-7....if I'm lucky. Then it'll be time for him to eat and also time for Jeremy and I to eat. Then bath time and bed time. Where's MY time with MY child? I know plenty of women do it but I don't wanna do it. I'm not saying I don't wanna drop him off at daycare. I'm just saying I don't want to do it for the whole day. I'd really like to talk to my work into changing my hours to 7:30-3:30 or something like that rather than 8-5:30. I'm scared daycare is going to get to see a lot of his "firsts". I don't wanna miss a thing!