It’s 3am and I’m up with Little M and all I can think about is what’s happening later today. Today Little M is a whole eight weeks old (where did that go?!) and in around eight hours she’ll be having her first set of immunisations.
I’m sitting here reading the letter that I received last week that reminds me to book an appointment and details the vaccines included in this round of immunisations:
Haemophilus Influenza Type B
Gosh. There must be an awful lot of chemicals in that little syringe. I hate the thought of them all flowing around in her perfect little body.
Having said that, a quick google of that (not so) little list and you soon realise that the alternative to the vaccines does not bear thinking about. Don’t worry, I’m not about to become an anti-vaxxer any time soon. She needs to have the immunisation and I will get over it!
If I’m honest, I’m actually more worried about the aftermath. The meningitis B vaccine can apparently cause a fever. Selfishly, I’m worrying about how on earth I’m going to deal with Little M when she’s got that going on, on top of the usual feeding-changing-sterilising-expressing cycle that is our daily lives. And in this heat, which sent her completely out of kilter yesterday, too.
But I’m armed with calpol (which of course I’ve read all about dosage etc etc but will still be quadruple checking with the nurse at the surgery!) so hopefully the effects will be minimal. It’s just that fear of the unknown thing, you know?
I’ll let you know how we get on, once we’ve come out the other side!
How did your little one get on with their eight week immunisations? I’d love to hear from you in the comments.