Today began a long, fear-filled relationship with the pediatrician. Three nasty shots (the third is on his left leg). A big huge scream and it was over. I was Mr. personality flirting with the nurses and laughing it up with Dr. Chris, until the shots came. Then the fun and games were over.
We recovered fine, though, as you can see (pictured a couple of hours later). It was probably worse for mom than the little guy.
1 comment:
He's adorable! That smile is too cute! Shots are terrible...just wait until he knows it's coming and begs you not to get one!
That really hurts...
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