Rough Night

My perfect little man, my special baby boy, has got to go to the doctor today for his eight week jabs!

We are not looking forward to this. I've been up since about 5 this morning and couldn't get back to sleep for worrying about it. I know it's for a good reason, but I'm not going to enjoy watching some callous NHS doctor inserting a needle into my son's arm!

It was bad enough when the doctor checked him out following the birth. He didn't like being prodded and twisted and weighed and so on. Poor little guy. And he's certainly not going to like this today!

He went to sleep really early last night as well. We woke him up for a feed when we went to bed in the hopes that we'd still get some decent sleep. My wife told me this morning that she got up again as she couldn't get to sleep so she would only have had an hour or two of sleep when he woke up for a feed in the wee small hours. Then again in the early morning she was looking so damn tired. I think they are going to need lots of cuddles today!