And already I'm missing days. I can only claim as an excuse that Baby K's first immunizations were traumatic for both of us. She's been fussy and unsettled since, and I can hardly blame her, since her own mother held her in place while a horrible, mean nurse jabbed huge metal spikes into her legs and poured something nasty into her mouth and made her choke. And then she was sick, twice.

I know immunizations are important. I know polio and diptheria are nothing to mess with.

I still feel intensely, horribly guilty.

I'm told this is common.

I think waking me up every hour during that first night was entirely justified on her part. I still really, really hope that she sleeps better tonight!