|When the eight year old gets the baby dressed. As fancy as possible.|
Like I said, it was time to start shots. He asked if we were ready to do that today. I told him that I was feeling a weird trepidation about the shots for some reason. I want my baby protected, but I am also concerned about the high number of vaccinations recommended for her tiny body. Instead of instantly judging or demanding, he heard me out, understood as I vocally grappled with the quandary of whether it was mother's intuition to hold off a bit on this baby or whether it was the louder and louder anit-vax noise from the world. In the end, we decided to do the most essential vaccinations and will stretch out our schedule so her little body doesn't have to battle it all at once.
It is so nice to have a doctor that listens and trusts me. He sees everyone in the family and has a pretty good sense of what is happening in our home. He is nothing but encouraging and supportive. And frankly, after last week, it is refreshing to have a professional with an outsider's view believe in me.