Day #4

Apparently, the nurses said they won't be coming as they wanted mummy and myself to go to the clinic. So we went together.

I now realise that blood test means poking me in the sole of my feet. As if that wasn't bad enuf, the nurse will be pressing on the area where she poked to get the blood out. Obviously, I cried like a baby. I *am* a baby after all.

Mummy cried when she saw me crying too. :( She loves me so much it must have broken her hear to see me in so much pain.