Boo, Shots!

This morning Ava had her 1 year well check. Poor baby had four shots and had to have her finger pricked for the blood draw. After she screamed bloody murder during (and after) the shots, I thought the worst was over. I was surprised and horrified when during the blood draw they had to squeeze like 20 drops of blood out of her tiny finger. I was given instructions to hold her arm and poor Ava was looking at me like I was the meanest mommy ever. She cried all the way home. Boo, shots, we hate you!