We are at the doctor's waiting for our turn and the place is a child's nightmare. So many littles are waiting to get a shot, crying and wailing regardless of whether they have got the shot or not. We should have come really early. It's almost a miracle that the girls are waiting without any tantrums and tears and are only jumpy and jittery which, to be honest, is totally justified.
Both the girls are on my lap, taking comfort for one another. Christian is whispering sweet nothings to them, telling them what good girls they are and how many surprises they have waiting for them after we are done here.
We are still talking to each other when Ana pulls my sleeve. I look at her tear-filled eyes and she points at a baby boy sitting a little away from us. All three of us look at him and who we
