This being a parent thing is so different from anything else you could ever experience. Everyday there's something new and amazing. I'm currently amazed at my son Adam's linguistic and memory skills.
Yesterday we put my son in the bath - this is his second bath and it's inflatable. We bought a new one because he really hated his first plastic bath and started screaming at the point we took his nappy off (normally he loves the freedom of kicking without a nappy but he could tell the difference...) He is generally much better with the inflatable bath, and he likes pushing his feet against the squidgy edge.
But yesterday the fear of baths kicked in again and he started screaming as soon as we wrapped him in a towel to carry him through to the bathroom. He calmed a little in the bath, but when he managed to make the water splash by flapping his hand, he started bellowing again. We took him out, dried, moisturised and dressed him for bed, and put him on our bed between me and my husband for a song and a story. And here' was the amazing bit - our 4 month old son told us in "aah, gaa, oo, NAAOOHH" language (known as vocalising) and hand gestures that he did not enjoy baths and we were not to do it again!
We talk to our son all the time and I can only assume that it's that that makes him so keen to make himself understood. We've been teaching him the baby signing for "nappy change" at every session on the changing table, and he really surprised us last week by signing it at my husband and grinning just after he had (very audiably) filled his nappy.
Today though the surprise was not so good. Yep, four months old, he had to have his third set of infant immunisations. While the nurse remembered him (hello Adam the loudest baby I know) I was surprised that he clearly recognised her immediately and started wailing and pulling his legs up in anticipation of the jabs he was going to get.
He had the first jab and really bawled, but managed to do so even louder, tears streaming, turning his head beetroot-coloured as he got the second and third jabs in his other thigh. It's funny - even while comforting him, you can see that the later cries are different because while the first one is shock and pain, the ones accompanying the later jabs are part pain, part anger that despite screaming so loudly the nurse continue to give him the other injections and his mummy let's her do it.
We're back at home now - we've had 45 minutes of non-stop bellowing, but I think the infant paracetamol has now kicked in and he's a lot calmer and has dropped off to sleep, though he's just spent a good few minutes vocalising again, telling me that he's not happy. Just really glad he doesn't have to have any more injections now until his first birthday.
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