Poor Ruby had her final set of jabs today, until she is one. She screamed and screamed and screamed. My quiet little girl, became the noisest bubba ever. Bless her, it’s heartbreaking, yet in my mind essential to get her protected. The surgery was full of sweet little old ladies who reassuringly took it in turns to tell me not to worry, and that it was worse for me than for her. Pretty sure she had the raw end of the deal though, with three injections in her tiny little legs.