|She would have been this old|
when the adult dose was given...
There was however one major, glaring exception, that had me promising Sadie she could have whatever she wanted for dinner when we were done (a bean burrito and a pink lemonade).
A worried nurse came in between conversations with the doctors and explained that there were some abnormalities in the girls vaccines. "Margaret's?" I asked, certain that that was the answer, since her last vaccine doses were late with all the cross country moving that went on last year and the near impossibility of finding a doctor.
"No, Sadie. Did you request certain vaccines and an alternate vax schedule." Upon hearing that the answer was "no" she began to explain.
They were trying to figure out what had gone wrong. In their clinic this would be considered a mistake. A mistake of the sort that requires calls to the county health department.
The nurse asked if Sadie had stepped on a nail or been cut by something rusty when she was a baby... upon learning the answer was no, the conversation continued...
|Because this most definitely|
deserves a Sadie Frown.
When Sadie was six months old she was apparently given an adult dose of the DTAP virus. And the vaccines were half done and out of order. Apparently she was given three doses of the correct meningitis vaccine and then on the forth dose given a different vaccine that protects against 7 strains instead of 13.
My eyes must have been huge. Sadie's vaccines were done right after Paul became job-less in 2008. They were done by our family practice doctor and paid out of pocket. It cost around $200 just for the vaccines at every appointment. And she was given the wrong ones!
The county health department said that the way the vaccines were done with the strange dosages and varying types, she couldn't be considered vaccinated. And vaccines are something that we do (I'm not starting that debate here). So I took a deep breath and signed on the dotted line.
She had five shots yesterday because of mistakes the doctor made when she was Patrick's age. There were many, many tears. And there will be more tears to come, as we have to repeat this process so that she's vaccinated, which makes me a little sick just thinking about it.
She did show Patrick her band-aids last night, although she was so furious that she refused to take a sticker from the nurse. And since the child is a story teller I'm sure this will make a great story to re-tell her brother over and over again throughout the week (and year).
But yeah... I couldn't even imagine something like this happening... my poor little ballerina!