"I wanted to punch him in the face!" "She was crying so hard, I hate the guy!" "He was looking at me in with so much pain, I think he's traumatized and will hate me fir ever!" And so on, and so on. Whenever a mom I know (friend or family) comes back from the pediatrician or look back at "vaccines season" (the first year of motherhood) I've heard this and/or other similar sentences. The thing is that now, every time I have taken my son to get his vaccines, I leave the pediatrician's office wondering "Where did I leave my heart? In the glove compartment? At home, next to the diapergenie?". I don't cry. I don't feel awful when the doctor sticks the needle filled with this demoniac venoms we, oh so irresponsable and missinformed parents of The Second Millenium, now dare to inoculate our off springs with. He cries and I just tell him in my regular voice, that it is a necessary evil. Because it is. I know that. It's a fact, not a choice of belief. I also know that he won't remember, he won't hold any resentment to me and he will be a healty person. In the meantime, I'll continue to be this insensible woman that society sees completly out of touch with her motherly feelings. Oh, well.
