I think even the pit of my stomach is over it now. And from what she says - I'm not bringing the subject up - she understands that the bit I'm sorry about isn't the injection, but the physical struggle first. She's mainly wandering around occasionally saying "I won't get sick and have to be in the dark!" and things, and she's pretty anxious that Astrid get her majections soon so that she won't get sick either.

Oh, and she said to Rob, "Soon I will get another one and I will sit very still." Which, if we decide to try to get her a flu one, would be good.