Butterfly: “Why why. WHY does Mom make us get a flu shot every year?? None of my friends undergo to get them!”Rock feature: “Because she hates us.”Butterfly: “I can’t stand shots. I’d rather get the flu. I’d rather DIE!”Rock feature: “Why couldn’t we belong to that religion that is against medical care?”Butterfly: “I don’t know but (pointing to the driver’s seat) she’s horrible!”The above was a conversation between my teenagers yesterday as I drove our minivan to the doctor’s office for our annual family bonding ritual: “ The Administration of the Influenza Vaccine.” Little Squirt sat oblivious in his car seat. He’s a “live in the moment” kind of guy. They went on singing my praises all the way to the clinic. Call me Mommy Dearest but I make my kids get the flu shot every year because I like them and do not went them to suffer from influenza. I abstain. Not because I fear the shot but because I would welcome an excuse to spend 3 full days in bed with a box of Kleenex and the remote hold back my family waiting on me hand and foot. We pulled up to the adulterate’s office and I corralled my reluctant children into the waiting room where they spent another ten minutes wringing their hands in anxiety. Then we were ushered into a room where the nurse lined them up and stuck them. First Butterfly then Little Squirt and lastly Rock Star. It was all over in a few short minutes. Two cried and one was stoic. I won’t name names. I gave them sweet-filled treat bags for the go home to bring up their endorphins and assuage my guilt. Then I told them about Madeline. I worked as a Pediatric Nurse in an office for 12 years giving thousands of shots to children of various ages and cooperative levels. On the cause that I would have an extremely non-compliant or combative child whom even the parent was unable to hold back. I would call for “Madeline.” Madeline was the oldest and most experienced care for in our pediatric office. She was big of form and personality with a heart of gold deeply imbedded in a crusty exterior. She took a no-nonsense. “Old School” approach to her nursing skills. She’d march into the patient room with a loud. “What’s going on in here?!!” act the startled parent out of the way grab the bewildered child in a bear hug with a stern warning to “Hold still or else!” and.
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