Vaccines Mean Free Time? Who Complains About That?!

So, you know how the formula bottles instruct you to discard within an hour of feeding? Well, one night, after many nights of sleeplessness, I woke up to feed Clark for the 3rd time, and I grabbed a bottle of breast milk from my night stand. Or, I thought it was breast milk until I (for real) woke up in the sort-of morning, and realized I fed Clark a bottle of formula that he hadn’t finished. It had probably been sitting out for at least 5 hours. I almost cried. Then I looked at Clark, cooing and smiling at me, and I realized he was most likely going to survive.

Then I started refrigerating any unused formula for the next feeding. Because that shit is expensive, and, unfortunately, I am not a dairy cow. I’m probably the kind of cow that farmers decide to kill for veal. Because I would make a farmer zero dollars from my milk supply.

Anyway, back to the leading story: vaccines. We took Clark to the pediatrician for his two month visit, and he got 3 shots and one oral vaccination. He cried for a couple minutes. He also got blood on the bed paper. Which really made me sad.

But, then I gave Clark a bottle (of breast milk this time. Because we were at the pediatrician’s, and I had to show off my skills). And he relaxed. Then he went to sleep. And he’s been sleeping for the past 4 hours.

Um – am I supposed to be upset about this? Because my husband and I were able to go shopping. At three stores. And a shopping mall. And sit down and have dinner out. And I just finished a hot cup of coffee.

You bet I’m going for a second cup.

Of course, I don’t want to see my little munchkin in pain. But, really, the vaccines will keep him safe. This is only temporary. And you better believe I’m going to take advantage of his sleepiness.