Marsh woke up rough. His color was off and he was really puffy. He perked up after his a.m. meds but not much.

And then he had a well child check up with his pediatrician. She’s PHENOMENAL (as is the rest of the team in the Norwich office) and has cared for Marsh since birth.

But he was still afraid of them. And he had to have his flu shot. The risk/reward of the flu shot is gigantic. Yet I feel terrible for topping off a rough day with a poke (which required three adults to hold down 38 pounds of terrified Marsh). That tripped the trauma fuse from last week’s events and resulted with hysteric cryng so badly he was shaking and purple…

And he has been exhausted ever since. Here’s hoping for an early bedtime, good sleep, and a better tomorrow ❤❤❤❤❤❤