Ouch!

My boy’s first inoculation today. I hate to think of him hurting. This extremely maternal door that was unlocked the day he was born opens to a passage of empathy that can break a person’s heart. But it’s a warped empathy because I’m pretty sure I experience more pain than he does. In fact, he’s sleeping now and I just feel so sorry for him I could weep. I imagine all the mini bugs scurrying around his system causing trouble and my boy’s body building a little army to fight them. And here I sit- eating mini carob rice cakes and blogging! I want to help him but there is nothing I can do. He has to fight this one alone- even the infant Panado drops would do no good for him. They might work for me though...