Pediatrician Visit

I took Keira to the pediatrician today for her 4 month check up and her immunizations. I gave her a small dose of Infant Tylenol before the visit (I think Lisa recommended that), and then we were on our way to the office. When we got there, Heather weighed and measured her. She's 21" long and weighs 11lbs 9oz. She's gained almost eight pounds in four months. Dr. Land said that he was happy with how she's doing. He said she seems strong, healthy, and happy. For that, I am THANKFUL!
Then, Heather came back in to give her shots. That was the part I was dreading...and have been for awhile. Last time, I convinced Shawn to go with me to the office, but this time it was just Keira and me. Anyway, she gave her the shots (4 of them...2 in each leg) pretty quickly. But, it didn't matter. Keira still screamed and turned red. After Heather was finished, I picked Keira up to comfort her. She stopped screaming, but was still whimpering. I think that broke my heart more than the screaming did. I cuddled her for a few minutes before getting her dressed. Then, I gave her a bit of water from her bottle before we left.
She seems to be feeling ok. I gave her a bottle and now she's sleeping soundly. I'll have to keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn't have a fever this afternoon, tonight, and tomorrow. Hopefully she'll handle this round of immunizations as well as she did her 2 month shots.
You know, she doesn't cry for no apparent reason anymore, like she did when she was younger. I'm glad for that. Now she cries when she has a reason...like if she's really hungry or tired. It's the pained cry that kills me. I'd give anything just to take her pain away. Today when she was crying, she was gripping my neck and I just wanted her to feel better...I'd have given anything to comfort her.
I didn't realize how quickly I'd fall in love with this little person. I loved her already when I was pregnant, and then fell deeper in love the first time I held her. I think I started bonding with her from the beginning. But, now, that bond is even stronger...it didn't seem like it could get any stronger. I know what moms mean, now, when they say they'd die for their children. It's a feeling that you can't possibly know until you have one of your own (natural or adopted, I'll bet). I thank God for the opportunity to experience that feeling.