Dread. Trepidation. Angst. Woe.
Savannah doesn't know this yet, but she's getting her Kindergarten physical tomorrow. She doesn't know because if she did she would be following me around relentlessly asking me to pinch her, so that she can ask me "Will the shot hurt more or less than that?".
But, you don't even know the worst part. The worst part is that < whisper > she needs seven shots < /whisper >. SEVEN. Do you know why? Because I never took her for her four-year "Well Check".
The thing is, I distinctly remember being relieved when she received her last set of shots at three years old because she wouldn't need any more immunizations until Kindergarten. Also, she had been to the doctor's office many times over her fourth year for various flus and strep infections due to it being her first year in preschool and so we ended up there around her fourth birthday anyway. We knew what her recent stats were (percentiles, etc) and since I assumed she didn't need any new immunizations, I never booked a fourth yearly physical.
Do you have any idea what a moron I feel like?
Now, on to tomorrow's appointment. There is NO WAY I am going to allow seven needles to be stuck in my daughter - seven dormant diseases, seven injection sites. (You guys, I'm starting to CRY.) There is no way that I'll allow her to have more than two immunizations tomorrow.
So, now my dilemma is how far apart should I safely schedule the shots? One week? Two weeks? What about all the convincing buzz about MMR being linked to autism? Savannah had an MMR shot, but is late on the booster. What if they want to give her a whole new MMR shot?
And the HepB shot? I distinctly remember declining that immunization on two occasions because I was told by the doctor that it was to prevent her from contracting Hepatitis B through sexual activity. Savannah couldn't even walk at the time. Now, I'm reading that she needs THREE HepB shots by law.
And can I tell you how USELESS the front desk nurse is? Her exact response to my trepidation over seven shots being administered to my five-year-old at once was "Well, she has to have them all. And they were supposed...to...have...been...given...last year." I honestly don't remember if I meant to hang up on her or not, but I know I did.