Addendum

As of yesterday we have a couple more firsts to add to the list - first shots, and first fever.
Ouch. I am happy to report, though, that Little One was a TROOper. Of course, the sensation of having a piece of metal shoved into Her formerly unblemished thigh pudge- repeatedly- was enough to bring on a few tears. But as soon as that part was over She calmed right down, and even offered a little "I forgive you, you creep" smile to the tech.
She then proceeded to be quite angelic all day, accompanying me to the hair salon and doing nothing to help teenage pregnancy rates by creating an illusion which prompted the following reaction from the perky high school students at the front desk:
"aaaawwww, she's so GOOOoood! Babies are so much Fuuuuunnnn! I want a cute little girl like thiiIIIIiissss!" All of which are true to some degree, sure. But I have a feeling all this salon-perkiness has impeded these girls from participating in the field of babysitting, otherwise known as "motivational birth control". What can I do? Little One refused to do anything other than bat Her eyelashes, coo, and giggle. Sheesh.
She did try to make up for it a bit later when we were out to lunch with my cousin and the fever hit. But, silly girl, it was too late to be helpful. All those people were grown up and already knew that they don't like babies.
This brief bout of whimpering was all the complaining She did, though. Once home, Little One suffered in silence, even though She was clearly uncomfy. She spent most of the evening with a look on Her face which is exactly what you will picture when I say, "picture a sad, pouty baby face". Her little mouth was in a perfect upside-down "U", Her bottom lip pooched out, and occasionally quivering. A little tear hanging out there, in the corner of Her eye. But She didn't cry.
She was so busy trying to keep a stiff upper lip (having given up on the bottom one) that She didn't even cry at Her usual cry time. She tried Her best to tough it out, and all She wanted was some extra cuddles. Which brings me to one more first, which I'm sad came about because She wasn't feeling good, but I couldn't help but to have enjoyed just a little.
Yesterday is when She first began, upon being set down at various points in evening, to notice my absence, look around, and reach out Her arms. "Oh, what's that, Little One, you want me to give you a cuddle? Me??" I swear I'm trying not to let it go to my head. To my heart, now, that's another matter.