Day 56

I am 8 weeks old and I'm going on a trip

Mummy wraps me up nice and warm and puts me in the car seat.

This means I'm going out on a trip somewhere. Ooooh - Exciting!

I do the same as I usually do when I go on an exciting trip.

I go to sleep.

When I wake up we have stopped. Mummy is carrying me into a building. I don't like it. It's a like the hospital. Only smaller. It smells like the hospital. There are lots of sick people here.

Mummy takes me into a room. There's a woman there. In a blue uniform. It reminds me of the hospital. I don't like it.

She sticks something sharp in my leg.

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

I cry and I cry.

She sticks something sharp in my other leg.

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

I cry and I cry.

For 30 seconds. Then I go back to sleep. That wasn't that bad.

Mummy cries inside. My baby is hurting she thinks. But she knows it's good. To protect me against bad things.

I sleep. When I wake up I am back home cuddling on my daddy's chest.

All is well and it's nearly Christmas! How exciting!