*cue thunder & lightning*
The partner and I've been sneezing and sniffling and consuming rolls and rolls of tissue.
And the baby?
Nose is still congested, but he isn't as bad as his parental units. Also, we're both battling thrush. More on that later.
Have I mentioned we haven't gotten him vaccinated yet? When you need to research the hell out of every single thing your kid is going to go through (or yourself, whatever floats your boat), you really will take forever to do everything.
So, at a week before 3 months, the boy finally got his first shot. The BCG shot is for Tuberculosis, and is supposed to be the least dangerous. In any case, this was the pediatrician of the father creature who claims he never needed to go to the hospital for anything.
At the clinic, the doctor said he remembered Chris as a boy, that he was "boki kaayo", which I guess is Cutese for "he was really fat".
Pedia also said Malaya takes after Chris. I'd like to raise an argument against this point:
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Ok, maybe coloring, eyes and facial expression make up 50%.
And then it was time for the shot. He cried a bit, and was okay the next minute. We were feeling pretty awesome.
Until 12 hours later, when Malaya was wailing like a little freshly-orphaned boy. We were dying from his misery. We almost needed to use the earplugs Lolo Lem gave us.
