The Baby and me have been to the doctor’s twice this week. Yesterday, The Baby needed to have his third lot of injections – the ones that all babies have. He was due to have them a couple of weeks ago but we kept putting it off due to the cold and ongoing cough he’s been suffering from. This week, regardless of the cough, it seemed irresponsible to delay any further. We arrived at the Doctors Surgery in good spirits. I think The Baby thought we were on little adventure and proceeded to charm the receptionist, other patients and the nurse with his cheeky smiles. This made me feel as if I was tricking him into a false sense of security…little did he know of the three needles coming his way. Aside from the inevitable livid cry – from The Baby that is - which followed each jab I think we both coped relatively well. The crying sparked off The Baby’s hacking cough which was enough evidence for the nurse to secure us an appointment with the Doctor for today – quite a feat in these parts during the cold and flu season.