The poor baby went to bed with a grape popsicle mustache and a dose of Tylenol.
This morning I noticed he has red dots on his cheeks and temples. I guess they are from his screaming. My shoulders and neck hurt from tensing up with him and holding down his arms and legs. Which was something I didn't want to do, but there were not enough nurses available to help. I hate being the bad guy. But of course he came right to me after it was over and I held him and snuggled him and we cried together.