December 6 Claire was finally vaccinated this afternoon. I say finally because not only is it about two weeks past the ideal two-month date when she was supposed to receive them, but originally she had been signed up to participate in a scientific vaccination study for a new broader-coverage vaccine — she made the short-list, in fact, and we had an appointment booked — but then we got a call about a week ago and found out the study had met their quota before that scheduled appointment. So, we were not needed. The upside, of course, was that we didn’t need to drive across the city to get the vaccinations. The down-side, alongside my moderate disappointment at not getting to help out, was that we got a bit of a run-around trying to get back into the “regular” (ie, non-research) system. And thus the delay. While I’ve done enough reading to know that the alleged link between vaccinations and childhood disabilities (such as autism) has been thoroughly debunked as poor, correlative analysis-ish (bad) science (ie, Dr. Novella shows it’s not true, so it’s not!), I’m fairly certain that tonight we experienced some of the more real side-effects of the dreaded needle poke. First, for the story to make any sense, what is important to know is that tonight was also Karin’s office Christmas party (to which we were invited despite Karin being on maternity leave) — and with no realistic option for a Thursday night sitter, we were forced to bring Claire along to the party. An open bar, a great buffet, and good company… And for the record, the side effects of vaccines seem to manifest within a few short hours of administration and appear to include: (1) an extremely grumpy baby, (2) a baby with a very runny nose, and (3) frustrated parents. A mere hour and a half into the party it became very quickly obvious that Claire intended to spend the evening crying her little eyes out, screaming, and acting determinedly inconsolable. And with a party room full of Karin’s co-workers, a bustling corridor, and no quiet spaces to calm the girl down a notch, we were stuck fleeing early. Too bad. And I didn’t even get to finish my dessert! |
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