We took CeCe to get her first shots on Monday. Staring at a newborn in the waiting room, I couldn’t believe how big CeCe suddenly looked. I had mentally prepared my fragile mom heart for her being upset by the shots but barely held it together when she turned her head and looked at me with tears in her eyes and wailed a vibrating, panicked cry that I had never heard from her before. We’d only heard soft wimpy cries, and hungry cries, and “hey y’all my diaper needs some work” cries and the occasional “I’m just going to exercise my lungs for a bit” cries. But never the “I’m scared, I’m hurt, I don’t like this” cries. But then in the car on the way home, my heart started to feel better because I realized that must mean we’re doing something right.