Vaccination: A doctor’s office drama – #atozchallenge

Vaccination: A doctor’s office drama. Twenty-second of twenty-six posts in the April 2017 Blogging From A to Z Challenge on the theme “Whispering Chimneys: My Altamont childhood” — where my genealogy journey began. Wish me luck — I’m in the home stretch!

At some point in my young life, maybe when I was five or six, I had to go for a vaccination. I’m not sure what it was for. I just remember it involved getting a shot — and I was nervous about that needle.

Mom drove me to the doctor’s office — up Carmen Road past St. Madeline Sophie’s Roman Catholic Church where we went every Sunday. Along the way, she tried to buck me up.

“It will feel like a little pinch, then it will be over,” she told me. That didn’t sound so bad. It was probably more the newness of the experience that bothered me — entering unknown territory and not sure what to expect.

At the doctor’s office

When we arrived at the office, there was a doctor (he wore a white coat over his suit) and a nurse (she wore a white uniform with a sweater and a little hat).  My mom and I were both in dresses (folks dressed up to go to the doctor back then).

Doctor’s office. I remember one particular childhood vaccination because of the swooning drama right after I got my shot! By: goblinbox_(queen_of_ad_hoc_bento)

The nurse seemed nice. She picked me up and sat me on the examining table — where I swung my dangling feet back and forth nervously.

As my mom stood behind me, the nurse pinched my arm and quickly gave me the shot.

Mom was right, it really wasn’t so bad — and I might have forgotten all about it, except for what happened next.

A swooning drama

The nurse suddenly got a shocked look on her face and rushed around the table behind me. “Doctor!” she called out — and I turned around to see Mom slumped on the floor. She had fainted!

Next thing I knew, the doctor rushed in and they helped my mom onto the other examining table where they fussed over her until she came around. Meanwhile, I just sat there with my sore arm — all but forgotten.

How could I know Mom couldn’t stand the sight of needles? Or that all the while she was telling me not to be nervous, she was probably nervous herself? Or that she had to overcome her own trepidation to be sure I got my shot?

For years I laughingly thought of this incident as the time I was upstaged by Mom — but now I realize it was one of those small acts of everyday bravery that it takes to be a mother.

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10 thoughts on “Vaccination: A doctor’s office drama – #atozchallenge”

  1. Ha, ha! I remember the same thing happened to me when I got my ears pierced at age 12/13. I was fine but they had to give my mom smelling salts!! Thanks for the memory tickler.

    Thank you for this post, the list, and the process. If we don’t all start living from our core values, our inner self, our world is in danger!

    WELLNESS flows into my life.

    Affirmations for a Good Life

  2. Aww shame. Your poor mother must have been so embarrassed. I had a little boy of 5 who had to have blood taken each week. He used to pump his little fist and twist his sleeve so his vein popped up and he’d grin while the nurse took his blood. Then my tough brother who was in the army defending our country got malaria and had to have blood taken. He all but passed out – and my son never let him forget it. 🙂

  3. What a great story, and impressive tribute to all the hard things mothers do. I’ve adopted a strict no-look policy when it comes to needles myself. 🙂

  4. How awful it must have been for your mother! Too bad she wasn’t sitting down. My uncle was our doctor and he gave us our shots in his office. He didn’t wear a white jacket and didn’t have a nurse. I don’t remember ever being afraid of getting a shot, but I do remember my younger sister and her string of “Wait a minute!”s as she tried in vain to put off the shot.

    Finding Eliza

  5. Of I understand completely. I think I got my fear of needles from my mother but did my best not to pass it on to my children, just looking way at the last minute. 🙂

  6. What a fun memory (though maybe not for your mother!). It kind of reminds me of the story our music teacher told about a time he went into hospital with a broken finger. He was so nervous and shaking that he fell off the stretcher and broke his leg!

  7. Aww, what a wonderful story. The strength of mothers is not to be underestimated. I’ve never known anyone that faints around needles (that I know of). One hears about such things, but I’ve never seen it. 🙂

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