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Six-Month Vaccine Day – How Sweet Pea avoided the needle and got a ride in an ambulance.

sweetpea_paramedicsSome of you might have remembered this post about Sweet Pea’s two-month vaccine day, the truck driver hitting our car, the projectile bagel and the police ending up at my doorstep…

Well…

Just when I thought nothing could top two-month vaccine day, enter six-month vaccine day! We were in the car driving to our local clinic when BAM, an SUV speeding down the alleyway sideswiped our car. (Who drives that fast down an alley? – people in our neighborhood apparently!) The front passenger wheel well of our car was completely smashed in.

Thankfully both Sweet Pea and I were safe in the back. (He was sleeping in his car seat and didn’t even awaken when we were hit.) Adamant about not missing the vaccine appointment, I un-clicked Sweet Pea’s bucket seat from the car and took him around the corner into the clinic leaving my husband to deal with the insurance, police and our “speedy” neighbour.

Sweet Pea was fast asleep in his car seat when the firemen arrived. Next came the police, and then the paramedics. The people in the clinic’s waiting room must have been wondering what the hell was going on.

The Paramedics checked Sweet Pea’s vital signs and made sure all was fine. But per protocol they had to suggest we take him to the local children’s hospital to be checked and cleared by a doctor.

I’m not one to take any chances so we agreed to have them drive him there in the Ambulance. Sweet Pea was definitely going to miss his vaccine appointment!

To get Sweet Pea to the hospital as soon as possible, the paramedics had to first clear my husband and myself. They checked my husband; he signed a personal release and then went off with the police to deal with the tow truck driver and insurance people.

When it came time for them to check my vital signs, my blood pressure read very low. I’ve always had low blood pressure (I’m borderline anemic and had to be put on iron pills while I was pregnant) so I informed the paramedics that the low reading was “normal” for me.

Still the paramedics, who were clearly fresh out of school and looked more like a pair of teenagers than first responders, insisted on doing everything by the book. They called their boss to discuss my “case”.

This is where the situation started to get absurd…

“My Boss wants to know if you’re on your period?” the young paramedic asked me.

I informed him that I haven’t had my period since Sweet Pea was born 6 months ago.

He looked very perplexed and then returned to the phone call with his boss.

Sweet Pea lay on the clinic bed chewing the blood pressure monitor that was still wrapped around his leg and waiting for his ride in the ambulance.

Moments later the paramedic came bursting into the room again. “My boss says you need to go to the hospital right away and have your abdomen x-rayed!” he told me.

“What!?” I thought – these men are clearly not aware of the fact that most women (especially those who are breastfeeding) don’t get their periods for several months after giving birth. It’s a hormonal thing.

I had to call in the public health nurse who worked at the clinic to explain to the paramedics that me not having my period was completely normal.

After another half hour of discussing my monthly cycle with the two green paramedics and an old man on the phone, I was finally cleared to accompany my son to the children’s hospital.

Off we went. It was Sweet Pea and my first ride in an Ambulance. (Hopefully our last!)

A couple hours later, Sweet Pea was cleared by the doctor. He avoided the needle that day and, thanks to the insurance company, got a new car seat to boot.

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Two-Month Vaccine Day: From Polio to Police – my morning from hell.

photoToday was a day I’ve been dreading… 2-month vaccine day for Sweet Pea. Obviously I know vaccines are good for my little one. Firstly, all those Jenny McCarthy “vaccines-cause-autism” theories were mostly proven wrong and secondly do I really want to expose my child to and/or contribute to the return of deadly diseases like measles and polio? No I do not.

So vaccine day it is. Thankfully, the same local nurse who visited us shortly after Sweet Pea’s birth was the one administering the vaccine’s at the clinic so right away I felt more at ease. She answered all our questions and concerns about reactions to the vaccines. Then it was injection time and I had to hold my little one while he was pricked with two needles and fed a live gastro virus to build up his immune system. When I saw the look of complete horror/pain/shock on his face, I got all teary-eyed. It is really hard to see your little one in such pain! But the pain went away quick and he was fine.

If “Vaccine Day” wasn’t enough, I had also planned to take Sweet Pea to a mother and baby playdate-brunch at a friend’s home across town (thermometer and Tempra in tow should there be any fever).

My husband and I loaded our lethargic and somewhat grumpy Sweet Pea into the car and drove to the local bagel shop so I could pick up my contribution to the potluck brunch. He parked outside while I dashed in for a dozen white seed and cream cheese.

Outside the bagel shop things were a bit crazy. Two trucks were blocking both laneways and lots of through-traffic was driving by. Just as we were pulling out of our parking space, a car double parks in front of us as the driver runs into the bagel shop causing a major traffic jam on the street. My husband was livid having to essentially pull into oncoming traffic to make his way around the car. Three seconds later we hear a big CRUNCH. We were following the flow of traffic to get around a truck that was backing up into the land and the truck hits us!

At this point my normally good-humoured husband looses it. He pulls the car over, gets out and unleashes a sesame-seeded tirade against the truck driver and his useless traffic directing fly-guy for hitting our vehicle while Sweet Pea was in the car. For good measure my husband then saunters over to the double-parked car to chew-out the passenger as I sink down in the back seat of our car behind Sweet Pea’s car seat in utter shame. (Sweet Pea was still doped-up on the particles of major childhood diseases we injected him with – so he slept through the whole altercation)

Several profanities and a projectile bagel later, my husband and I inspect our dented front fender and conclude that it isn’t worth getting into any further altercations with the truckers by calling the police and claiming the accident so we pack it in and head home. (I obviously didn’t make it to the mom’s group brunch)

You would think our morning ended there – but no. About 30 minutes later my doorbell rings and it is the police asking for my husband. (By this time he had left the house to get groceries so neither he nor the car was around to give a witness statement.)

It turns out the truck driver got really nervous we were going to report him so he called the police himself…and as we went home, the accident was going to be a considered a “hit and run” until the cop could talk to my husband (even though we were the ones who got hit!)

When my husband got home, everything eventually got cleared up as the cop too agreed the dent wasn’t worth claiming with our insurance company.

The morning started with Polio and ended with the Police. What a disaster. I hope 4-month vaccine day is not nearly as eventful!