12-week jabs done.
He was wide awake on the journey to the docs, chatting a little once we arrived, so innocent and blissfully unaware of impending nastiness.
As the lovely nurse approached with needle in hand, he smiled disarmingly at her and gurgled, before turning red when the offending item pierced his fat little thigh. He screamed, bottom lip turned out in a pout, hands clinging onto me. Then a second time and the cries got louder.
Finally it was time for cuddles and he gazed up out of my arms at the nurse, tears running down his cheeks, and he tried to smile at her through his unhappy pout.
My brave little man is now sleeping on my lap, occasionally giggling in his sleep.
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