The Dread and the Tactics of Immunization Day
/When our children were small, they didn’t much like the doctor’s office. Thankfully they were healthy kids with only the occasional ear infection, cold, or stomach virus.
The pediatrician’s office was decorated with animals and cartoon characters. Toys and books were scattered about. No amount of window dressing deterred mine from not wanting to be there.
They knew an office visit would include a lollipop and stickers. The stickers were cool! Big, square, shiny stickers of the latest kid fare – princesses, superheroes, puppies and kittens!
But they always wanted to know if the office visit was going to include shots. Every parent’s battle.
Before child 2 and 3 were old enough to reject the idea that shots were good for them, I had the first born convinced of the following: “Shots are good for me. They help me stay healthy and strong. They keep sick germs away from me...and besides they only hurt for a little minute.”
I can hear her sweet voice in song-like rhythm.
But as things would go, child 2 would have nothing of that sentiment. Shots hurt and she wasn’t having any part of it.
When the nurse brought in the syringes, she clamped up and melted down. The screams were piercing. That little body was far stronger than it seemed and holding her down took every ounce of strength I had.
The nurses were so kind…bless their hearts. As the years unfolded, I would begin my apology as soon as we arrived for the appointment. I knew she wasn’t the only child that kicked and screamed, but it was epic!
Child 3 tried to be brave. He would stoically fold up his shirt sleeve as his eyes welled with tears. He would reach for my hand and I would cover his eyes as he laid his head on my shoulder. He tensed up and winced when the needle punctured his skin.
I scheduled an appointment for all three of the kids to get their annual flu shots. Although I was dreading it, I thought I’d put a positive spin on things.
I decided to bribe them. Yes, bribe. Indeed it had come to that.
As I loaded them into their car seats, I announced that we had two errands to run. We were going to the store and they were allowed to choose any candy they wanted. Cheers erupted from the back seat with each child proclaiming their favorites.
Then, I foiled their plans. I told them we had to make one stop first. It wouldn’t take long, but afterwards the candy was theirs.
Silence as we pulled into the doctor’s office parking lot.
"You tricked us! Why would you do this? That’s not fair!"
These were just a few of their sentiments when they realized that our first errand was to get their flu shots. The cheers and excitement turned to disbelief. I thought I was clever, they considered it betrayal.
Child 2 would not speak to me. She vented through comments to her older sister. “Don’t talk to her. She did this to us. It’s not okay. She tricked us.”
My clever plot was unraveling.
The oldest went along with it. She always does. She didn’t really like my method, but as she still does, she keeps her thoughts to herself and complies.
The youngest cautioned that maybe this wasn’t the best idea. So often when he was little I felt I was talking to an adult. Well, when he wasn’t repelling the bedroom wall with his sister’s bathrobe ties, that is.
Band aids across their arms, lollipops unwrapped in their hands and stickers reluctantly clinging to their clothing, the appointment was over. It was time for the payoff.
I convinced myself that the bright colored wrappers of the candy aisle would perk them up.
They trudged into the store to select their candy. It was the first time they made it seem like a chore. The ride home was rather quiet with just the faint crinkling of candy wrappers in the back seat.
Author’s Note:
I read this story to child 1 & 2 who happened to be home the day I was editing it for the blog. Both are now in their twenties.
You would think the appointment was yesterday the way they went on about it. Child 2 would like all of you to know that she still stands by her statements and will never, ever trick her children like that.
Okay.