Last week saw my boy go for his final pre-school booster jabs.
In this country, if you don’t object, you are due a MMR and Diphtheria, Tetanus and Polio immunisation, between the age of three and five.
When you are actually given the shots varies from county to county, and I think almost, health practice to health practice.
Certainly seems a lot different to the protocol of the good olde USA, going by the comments left on this post.
The only time we could fit these jabs in, was when we regularly go swimming one night after nursery. It meant I explained our absence to some of the other parents, thus igniting two of the great playground debates.
1) Should you get the MMR, pay for separate injections or not take the immunisation at all?
I remember the whole not-so great scare in this country, when the guy the government was thinking of suing, released his controversial study and ‘findings’.
I’m not a big fan of numbers, facts based only statistical assumptions are, indeed, not facts to me, just assumptions.
And we all know what they do.
If the guy could have demonstrated that the juice in the MMR syringe mutates the part of the brain that controls, or allows, autism, then I would have taken note. And I’m certain other supportive studies would have quickly followed.
But as it happens, he didn’t, so I, err, didn’t either.
Sadly, it is my guess that a medley of all sorts of things, and the fact that diagnosis is getting better year-on-year, hence there has been an increase of cases.
This is not a view held across the great tarmac area that the kids play on, it divides some and some get very vocal on either side.
I was just taking Max for his top-up, no more explanation or argument needed really.
2) Don’t tell your kids about stuff they won't like.
This one was a more interesting debate, and one I’m more prepared to argue, or put my case forward.
After all, I’m no scientist, but I am a parent, hence more qualified in this field.
I’ve always attempted to tell Max the truth as close a possible. The idea being, that I want him to trust me 100%, and to know I mean what I say, except when we’re kidding around of course.
It’s the same with leaving him in the care of others, or going out while he is sat.
OK, to begin with it was tricky, but I stuck to my guns, and never pull the proverbial wool over his spy holes.
Now it means we have no problems at all, and I’m aware that others that have applied the sneak out when the kids aren’t looking approach, have come back to traumatised infants who were ‘confused’ when, say, they woke in the night to be tended by someone else.
I try to apply this rule with things like trips to the dentist and doctors.
Even though I know as a child I had great difficulty knowing that something like this was in my immediate future.
And I don’t want him to suffer the same, so I think my principle or protocol still applies.
When it actually came to it my child was a colossus in the nurses’ room
He had simultaneous injections in each arm while he sat on my lap.
After barely a flinch, he asked which sticker he could have, and then a lollypop produced from my well prepared coat pocket put any very recent pain firmly into the past.
I was delighted.
He then asked “Have I been good?” the normal prelude to present or surprise requests.
But I temporarily puzzled him with my reply.
“No, you’ve not been good”
Wait for it.
“You’ve been brilliant.”
And guess what?
That meant he got two little treats!
Clever so and so.