Isabella got her first vaccinations yesterday. She slept through the whole visit - that is, right up until the nurse stuck her with two long needles that went a good 1/2 inch into each thigh. She awoke from her sound slumber to the surprise of shots and started to scream differently than I'd ever heard her scream before (and believe me, there are many variations!). For the rest of the day she went from smiley to weakly cranky with a low-grade fever. Our first fever! Not the greatest first experience in the world, but at least we were prepared with Infant's Tylenol which seemed to help. Today she has been very tranquil and sleepy, so I think her immune system is still working hard on taking in the vaccines.
For now, Pedro is working on bottle-feeding her so that I can work this weekend. I haven't talked about it much here, but we were lucky not to have had any nursing trouble - which was one of my greatest worries given that I have so many friends who weren't successful with it. But when it comes to taking a bottle, she fights it. It's been very difficult getting her to feed from it without a huge struggle. In fact, this post is going to be cut short because that struggle is getting louder...
