Poor Sick Baby

A couple weeks ago, we had a vicious flu move rapidly through our house.  Esme first, then Ben, Stella and finally, myself.  I was arrogant enough to think maybe I would escape it.  No.  I also think the last one may get it worse and is also the last to feel better.  Stella was a trooper.  She was down for maybe four hours.  She didn't even seem to mind "getting sick" and seemed proud when she got it all in the trash can. Watching Esme, was break your heart, sad.  She had know idea what was happening; scared, hurt, sad.  But, how PRECIOUS are these shots?