Vaccinations and visits to the doctors are part and parcel of childhood. I remember my early visits to the doctor’s surgery and was a weirdo who liked the vaccinations and wanted to watch it go in. Yeah. Things have changed.
You were brave, little one. You had three injections, and after each one, you looked up at me with wet eyes that said “Why, Mummy?”, with increasing disbelief. Eventually you wrapped your arms around my neck and followed the nurse around the room with frightened eyes. By the time we left the surgery, you were fine again, smiling your fuzzy little head off.