Ow, that hurt!

The lower lip jutted out, the eyes squeezed instant tears, and the wailing started as soon as the needles were jabbed into his thighs. Yes, I mean, needles.

The paediatrician and a resident each took hold of a meaty leg and administered a shot simultaneously. I'm not sure if the simul-shot was a better strategy than the one-after-the-other approach, but what I know is that my little boy felt this one. Poor guy. Jon was holding him at the time and I was trying not to cry.

These shots were his six-month shots. The good news is no more needles until the one-year mark. Poor guy.