Putting on baby's clothes this morning, she was smiling like a Cheshire cat, blissfully unaware that her mummy was about to subject her to the most terrifying experience of her young life.
Sitting in the doctor's waiting room a little later, I watched the other babies go in for their immunisations and began to sweat.
Baby was still gurgling happily when we went into the tiny torture room.
The nurse asked me to roll up her trousers and hold her steady while she stuck her (well, she didn't actually say stick her, but that's what she meant.)
When the first needle went in, baby didn't actually react for a second, but actually, she was just holding her breath ready to let rip with a blood curdling scream.
When I saw the blood on her thigh it was all I could do not to punch the nurse, grab the child and leg it out of there.
But then she had to do the second leg!
A few minutes later, the nurse, her sidekick and the young medical student were gathered round saying: "There, there, all over now, don't worry," while baby sucked her thumb happily and I sobbed into a tissue.
- It's only a matter of time until the men in white coats come to get me.