So she finally knows that the sweet faced man is the doctor who will poke her with injections. She smiled at him when we entered his clinic. She giggled and squealed when he weighed her (on a proper weighing scale this time, no longer the weighing scale meant for bhaji). And as he prepared the vaccine she squacked and scurried away under his table.
One vaccine later she shouted at him and then officiously began waving goodbye to him even as i tried to ask him a barrage of questions. She was done and i was better off taking her cue and making a hurried exit.
And as i write this we experiment with sanah sleeping with others telling her stories. My mom has just completed the fifth story and sleep is no where on the horizon. The wailing has begun i guess i have to go.