That’s what they call shots at our pediatrician’s office, and that’s what Sadie is getting one of today. And I won’t be there to comfort her, because I have no more sick time. Let me just repeat that: I HAVE NO MORE SICK TIME, meaning that last Friday when my lower intestine was attempting to escape from my body, I HAD TO TAKE A VACATION DAY.
It’s just one shot – her second dose of the seasonal flu vaccine – so I’m hoping there will only be a fraction of the misery and woe we usually experience when she gets a full round of inoculations. The bitch of it is we’re going to spend the better part of our Saturday driving an hour north of the city in an attempt to get Sadie an H1N1 shot, which is pretty much on par with unicorns as far as being able to track one of the elusive fuckers down.
Brad & I were able to get the H1N1 vaccine mist a few weeks ago, so we’re really hoping we can get Sadie taken care of as well. I’m not going to go into the whole vaccine debate here (that is, after all, what Facebook is for), I am only going to say:
- Every parent is entitled to their own opinion and has the right (and responsibility) to make an informed decision on behalf of their child;
- An “informed decision” means you have read actual scientific and medical findings and talked to your doctor;
- It does not mean “Jenny McCarthy.”
I also have an acquaintance who got H1N1 this June, and it turned into a horrific situation involving words like “coma” and “ventilator,” and yes, I realize this could have happened with any flu strain, which is why we’re choosing to inoculate against all of it. Totally understand if you don’t wanna go that way, but when it comes to the other stuff, I have to admit I’m really not stoked at the prospect of polio staging a comeback.
Also on the docket for this weekend: DATE NIGHT! Woo! Yes, were having an impromptu date night thrust upon us (uh, yeah, you really had to twist my arm to take it) by FoST, who put her foot down and was all I WANT TO BABYSIT YOUR ADORABLE CHILD. PLEASE GO AWAY.
We’re taking advantage of this opportunity to (FINALLY) go see The Little Foxes, one of Brad’s favorite plays.
In other news, yesterday at daycare Sadie had her first “Ouch Report,” which is pretty much exactly what you think it is. She bonked her head on the edge of a bookshelf while trying to pull herself up (she is PERPETUALLY trying to pull herself up), so we got sent home with a full written account of the incident and a daughter with a small, angry knot on the side of her head. The situation was made worse by the fact that when we arrived to pick her up, she got so excited she accidentally face-planted on a plastic toy in her hurry to crawl over to us.
Uh, so, I was going to make a joke about getting her a helmet, but I guess (AND SHOULD HAVE KNOWN) that baby helmets are actually real. I’m a neurotic mess of a parent and all, but I’m sorry: I DRAW THE LINE AT OLD-TIMEY FOOTBALL HELMETS FOR TODDLERS. I honestly can’t stop laughing at that poor kid in the picture. What a douche.
Alright. Now that I’ve called someone’s baby a douche, I think it’s probably time to wrap this up.
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