My brave little bear

Today, Jakob faced his six-month shots. Because Werner was teaching, I had to go it alone.

Three needles, one in his right thigh, two in his left.

I held him in my lap, facing the nurse. He cried after the first shot. I held him tight and cried alongside him.

He stopped crying about 30 seconds after the final needle. I kept crying.

A brave little boy with a wimpy mother!