Prick

The Professor received his first round of immunization shots last night. I warned the nurses that he is going to hate them. Suki couldn't bear to be in the room and I got to see the lil guy go bezerker for hours after.

Our pediatrician gave us some options for feeding...and gave us bottles of Formula. Something that both of us detest, but realize may be the solution to his belly woes and her lack of proper nutrition. I mean could you subsist on chicken and rice? (that's plain chicken and plain rice).

I couldn't, and I'm amazed and impressed that the Sukster has done it. She's wicked awesome.

I think she believes I'd be disappointed with her if we scrap the breastfeeding route and opt for formula. But that is not the case. I'm dedicated as is she, to going as natural as we can for the booger, but at what cost? Inconsolable crying, from him too? Lack of sleep, lack of food variety, sanity?

The testing of which foods are suspect, means that we are rolling the dice with his reaction and well-being and in turn ours.

What is more selfish? I don't know. All I know is that we want to do the best for him and it's proving to be a difficult task.

We've decided to shelf the formula and continue trying to figure out how to make it work...all the while we stare at the $60 bottles of scientific concoctions.