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Today my baby girl is 4 months old. It was another dreaded shot appointment. I loathe those visits. It's all I can do to sit in the chair and cry while Scott holds her and attempts to comfort my crying babe. No mother wants to hear her baby cry like that. Sam was a trooper though. Seconds after the third shot she was laughing again. She ended her visit with one final glare at the nurse as if to say, "When I'm old enough to run away, I'm going to make you work for these."

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