Cameron got his four month shots on Monday. Remember the last time Cameron got shots? It was pretty much like that again. Cameron seemed to remember that last time he didn’t enjoy the doctor’s office very much when he was laid down on the examining table to be measured. All of a sudden, the biggest (and cutest) pout grew over his face. Despite the pout, he was fine and in pretty good spirits until the needles came. Then, he was my poor little upset baby all over again.
But going through this second round of needles really opened my eyes to the miracle that my precious little boy is. This little boy, with only four months of experience under his belt, actually has all the ability within the tiny little body of his to take a vaccine and build up an immunity to illness.
I remember when I was sent back for a second ultrasound because the doctors thought that there might be a problem with my baby’s heart at my 20 week ultrasound. I laid there for an hour covered in goop, watching the screen that showed me the ultrasound picture. I was not watching the outline of my precious little bub in his entirety, but instead we were looking at his heart. His beautiful, perfect little heart. I then realized that in 20 weeks, I would have a precious little baby to snuggle, but I would never again see his heart; a heart that at 22 weeks had already been pumping my baby’s own blood through his body for months now.
I am no longer able to see the inner workings of my baby, but I see evidence of it every day. Cameron doesn’t know how to walk or talk, but his skin knows how to stitch itself back to perfect after Cameron’s precious little baby nails cut it. And Cameron’s body is learning how to defend itself from nasty illnesses even though he is defenceless against our tickles.
Each of Cameron’s ten wiggly fingers and ten ticklish toes, his expressive eyebrows and his delicious thighs, they all tell the story of the miracle that is Cameron. From love came a tiny cluster of cells, came a beating heart, came an expressive face, came a thinking head, came a little being who exudes personality.
I am starting to understand how much love there is in being fearfully and wonderfully made.
