Bad Decisions All Around

I know I’m one of those parents that some people dread. I try to be actively involved in nearly everything concerning my children. Because Cordy has never been a “one size fits most” child, I’ve had to become that parent who is usually right there to oversee things and make sure that the situation works for her.

I meet the teachers before the start of school to make sure they’re aware of my kids’ strengths and weaknesses. (And to point out important things like Cordy’s artificial dye restriction.) I like to find out ahead of time if a party will be too loud or too overwhelming, or if we need to bring our own snacks. We pack lunches for school so we know what ingredients our kids are eating. And I’m glad we have doctors who view us as partners and assume I’ve done my research on whatever we discuss, because I have, and I’m not afraid to bring up any concerns.

Yes, I’m a bit of a control freak. I’ll admit it. But many would agree that Cordy has benefited from my (“our” actually – Aaron can be pretty fierce, too) watching out for her interests. Changes we’ve made to her diet and her environment have made it possible for her to be mainstreamed and excel in school, reducing unwanted behaviors and improving focus and concentration.

Occasionally, though, I do something dumb and later regret my decision to let go a little. Last week was one of those moments. Our elementary school was hosting a flu immunization clinic for all the students, run by Columbus Public Health. Forms were sent home to grant permission. Both kids routinely get the flu vaccine, although their pediatrician usually gives it to them. They get flumist, the intranasal vaccine, instead of the flu shot, mostly because the flumist ingredients are all food grade ingredients plus one sulfa antibiotic, as opposed to the flu shot which has some more questionable ingredients (questionable for Cordy’s sensitivities) in it.

Flu shot

Photo credit: Jim Gathany (CDC)

Flumist is the standard vaccine for these school-based vaccine clinics now. Only those who have medical reasons to not receive the live vaccine are given the inactivated vaccine injection. (And it makes sense – as a nurse, would I rather stick a bunch of kids with needles or squirt a little liquid up their nose? I know which I’d prefer.) Our kids weren’t scheduled to see the doctor until later in the season for their checkups, so I looked over the form carefully. Flumist would be given to healthy kids – my kids are amazingly healthy, so I put my trust in the health department and signed the forms.

Well, I should have realized that would go poorly.

When I picked the kids up that day, Mira ran out and immediately told me she was sniffly because of the flumist. Then Cordy came out looking pale and pouting. Her teacher told me that she was given the flu shot instead of flumist, and she was very brave. I asked why, and was told that Cordy told the health department worker that she has autism, so they gave her the flu shot because she has a “chronic medical condition.” Wha?

Her teacher sighed and said Cordy would have received flumist instead if she would have stayed quiet. While I laughed with her teacher over Cordy’s willingness to offer up information, I was also furious with the health department.

I’m primarily angry that Columbus Public Health demonstrated poor clinical decision making. The health history/permission form that I turned in for Cordy was exactly the same as Mira’s health history – no risk factors noted. Based on the health history provided, there was no reason for Cordy to receive a different form of the vaccine. The statement of a nine year old minor does not override the health history filled out by the parent/legal guardian. At the very least, a call should have been made to verify the information, which would have given me the chance to refuse the vaccination for her based on the new information. My phone number was on the form, but I received no call.

Would they have given her a flu shot if I had marked that she was allergic to eggs and she told them she eats them all the time? Any inconsistency in the health record should be checked before choosing route of administration.

Beyond that, I’m astonished that autism is a justification for the inactivated flu shot over the live vaccine flumist. We can argue round and round over autism as neurological disorder or as a facet of neurodiversity, but you can’t consider it a chronic medical condition. Autism doesn’t cause immunosuppression or respiratory weakness. Medically, Cordy is healthier than most kids – she has a strong resistance to most viruses and rarely gets sick. There may be some children with autism who are more medically fragile, but that’s likely due to an additional diagnosis other than just autism spectrum disorder.

So the kid with sensory issues and extreme anxiety was the one who got stuck with a needle. That makes no sense to me. And while I can’t say if it’s connected or not, her behavior did seem off the next few days, and two days after the shot she acted out in a way at school that was absolutely atypical for her and shocked everyone.

I did write a complaint to Columbus Public Health and was met with a dismissive “I do apologize that this was not the experience you expected” response. (Hint: that’s not an apology.) The email then went on to tell me that they follow CDC recommendations and to remind me that I gave permission for them to do what they did, even quoting the part on the form that said “Columbus Public Health staff will decide which vaccine type is best for each child based on the health information you provide and the vaccine available.” Well, yes, I expected them to choose the vaccine based on the health information I provided. That’s precisely the problem – they didn’t do that.

I’m not trying to claim I’m totally in the right in this situation. I screwed up, and I blame myself for not questioning them first. I placed my trust in Columbus Public Health when I shouldn’t have, and I feel terrible that Cordy had to suffer through that shot when she didn’t need to. I should have been at the school when it was done or I should have not signed the form and waited to vaccinate at our pediatrician’s office, where they would give her flumist. (Apparently against the CDC recommendations?) I mistakenly thought they’d call if there were any issues.

But I still believe Columbus Public Health is partially to blame. If a child says something that doesn’t match up with what they expect to see on the health history, they should refuse to do the vaccination or at least call the parent for clarification. It wouldn’t take that long to call and check. If they want to include autism as a “chronic medical condition” they need to be more clear upfront, because I don’t consider it a chronic medical condition, and our pediatrician doesn’t, either.  I also think it’s a problem that they don’t allow parents the ability to specify which vaccine type they want, or which they will not allow.

Lesson learned. Sometimes it’s OK to be that parent.



Proving I Don’t Have It All Together

I like to think that I’m a fairly responsible parent, and try to do what I can to not let people down or make dumb moves. But like anyone juggling multiple balls, plus a pie, a knife and a flaming torch, sometimes you make mistakes. You only hope it’s not a mistake that leads to someone getting hurt, burned, or ends up with pie on their face.

Yesterday I managed to fail twice in one day. Twice within a couple of hours, honestly. That has to be a new record.

Around 4pm, I was head down over my computer working, when there was a knock at the door. I noticed the person was peeking in the window, and at first I wondered who would be at our door. As I got up and walked towards the door, though, I suddenly recognized her: Cordy’s new behavioral therapist.

Oh shit. It’s Thursday. We were supposed to meet on Thursday.

And Cordy was still at camp.

double-facepalm
I was mortified as I opened the door and she asked how things were going. I had to confess that I had forgotten and that Cordy wasn’t here at the moment because I didn’t go get her like I should have.

Thankfully she was very understanding, and decided we could still take advantage of the time by discussing goals for Cordy without her. I managed to reassure myself that this wasn’t a complete disaster because it gave me the chance to talk about what worries me the most about Cordy without her being here to hear it. See, a positive, right? OK, maybe not, but I still think it wasn’t a total waste of time for her to be here.

I also partially blame my calendar app on my phone. I recently changed phones, and when we imported my old data to my new one, apparently this appointment didn’t sync on the calendar. Technology has no feelings, so I can blame Siri.

After dinner, when the kids WERE home, Mira asked me to check if she had any loose teeth. She’s only lost a few so far, and is anxious for more Tooth Fairy visits. Nothing new was wiggly.

Cordy, however, has had a wiggly tooth for two months. It’s a cuspid, I think? We’ve been waiting for this tooth to fall out because she has the permanent tooth for it already coming in, but pushed in front of it because the baby tooth has yet to vacate it’s spot. To make it even more complicated, she has a premolar (bicuspid?) immediately under it also trying to find space to come in. Her dentist didn’t want to pull the tooth at the last visit, but noted that it needed to come out to give the other teeth a chance at space.

Side note: there’s still not enough space. By far. The kid is looking at major orthodontia in the future.

I asked Cordy to show me how her wiggly tooth was doing. I pushed against it a little, and it easily moved back and forth, like it was just floating there. So I decided to try giving it a little tug, thinking it would either pop right out or nothing would happen.

I’d strongly recommend not taking this course of action without at least first warning your child.

(Warning to those who are squeamish about teeth: this next section is not for you.)

With only the most gentle of tugs, suddenly the tooth popped up. But not entirely. One root was still hanging on as best it could, unwilling to release. So now there was a tooth dangling by a single root in her mouth – not able to stay in place, but also not able to come out.  And blood, of course.

Cordy immediately could tell there was something wrong and started to freak out. I tried to keep her calm while asking Aaron to hurry it up with those tissues and help me.

It was quite a scene: Cordy standing there with blood in her mouth and a tooth hanging from her lower jaw, starting to yell and cry, not out of pain but panic. Me, reaching over for tissues with one hand and the other hand on Cordy’s face, paralyzed by the indecision of leaving the tooth alone or trying to pull it all the way out. Aaron trying to move his laptop off his lap to come help, and both of us calmly telling Cordy it was OK and she was fine and think of the Tooth Fairy! And Mira, suddenly very interested in all of this, saying “Let me see!” and trying to maneuver herself beside me to see the tooth dangling because that sounded SO COOL.

The tooth couldn’t stay like that, so I tried again to gently pull on it, but that last root wouldn’t budge and she said it hurt. So I spun Cordy around to face Aaron, telling him, “It has to come out.”

“Cordy, do you want me to pull it out or do you want to try it yourself?” Aaron asked.

“You do it,” Cordy whimpered.

So he did. It took maybe five seconds and one short squeal from Cordy, but the tooth came out.

The cuspidExhibit A: the cuspid

Cordy got some milk “to wash it out” and soon calmed down and started discussing what she hoped the Tooth Fairy would bring her. I felt awful for starting the whole debacle. I should have left the tooth alone until that last root was ready to let go.

The Tooth Fairy gave her an extra dollar for that tooth – guilt money.

My goal for the next week is to try again at giving that illusion that I know what I’m doing as a parent. Or at the very least not miss any scheduled appointments and leave everyone’s teeth alone.



Premature Excitement (aka: Dumb Mom Moment)

This morning there was a noticeable excitement in the air. After a week of having the kids bored at home most days while I worked, we were all looking forward to this week’s plans.

Lunches were packed this morning, towels and bathing suits were labeled with their names and packed up, sunscreen was in easy reach. Cordy and Mira were ready for summer day camp, and I was ready to have my peaceful work space back.

I kissed them both goodbye as Aaron hurried them out the door this morning to the car. It’s been raining all morning, and they ran to the car to avoid getting too wet. I felt a little bad that their first day of camp would be indoors, at least for the morning, and made a mental note to pick them up early today so they could ease into their first day of camp.

I took a deep breath, relaxing in front of the computer in total quiet, with only the dog for company. Looking through my email, I started to plan for the day ahead.

And then my cell phone rang. I figured Aaron had just dropped them off and wanted to tell me how it went. “Hello?”

“Hi. You might want to re-check the dates of summer camp this year.”

“Wait, what?”

“Summer camp doesn’t begin until next week.”

“WHAT?”

What?

As Aaron confirmed that there was no one there and he was coming back with the kids before going to work, I pulled up the website to look at the dates again.

June 17. Argh.

I was certain that it started today. For the last few years, camp has always started one week after school ended. I was so certain that I had marked it on my calendar with this date. I’d made a doctor appointment knowing that I wouldn’t need someone to watch the kids during that time. How did I get it so wrong?

So summer camp doesn’t begin until next week, which means I need to re-figure my plans for this week. I guess all of my excitement at having our summer routine back made me bump up the dates in my head.

On the bright side, there won’t be any hurrying around the house next Monday to prepare all of their supplies for summer camp. Everything is already neatly packed in bags, ready to go. And I won’t need to make them lunch today – they can eat the packed meal intended for camp.

I feel like an idiot for mixing up the dates. The kids are a little disappointed, but not too upset. I’m probably more disappointed than they are.

At this point, I’ll be triple-checking the back-to-school dates before adding it to the calendar.

Mistakes happen, right? Please tell me I’m not the only one who got the day wrong for an event for her kids.



Happy Mother’s Day!

How was your Mother’s Day? Mine started out far too early with the chirp of a smoke detector at 4:30am. At first I was dreaming and heard it in the dream. Once I realized that it was impossible for my car to have a chirping smoke detector, I woke up and then tried to determine if I had dreamed the whole thing or if it was real.

Chirp.

So then I began the process of positioning myself in different rooms, listening to determine which smoke detector had the low battery warning. Once it was found, Aaron replaced the battery and we both went back to bed. Only I slept poorly after that. Ugh.

When I finally gave up on trying to have any meaningful sleep hours later, Mira was ready to tackle me with a Mother’s Day hug. Homemade cards and gifts were part of the celebrations.

Skylanders are totally cool for Mother's Day, right?

If you can’t read Cordy’s card, it says, “Dear mom, Fire types are red. Water types are blue. Flowers are nice. And I love you!” That’s probably the sweetest Skylanders Mother’s Day card I’ve ever received. Bonus points for making it rhyme.

Aaron fulfilled my requests for a Mother’s Day gift that was practical and didn’t add to the clutter in our house. I received a membership to Massage Envy, so I can have once a month massages for my oft-injured back. He wins.

I’m never quite sure what to make of Mother’s Day as mom. Should I want to spend the day with my family? Or should I want to spend the day away from them, doing whatever I’d like? Since I also have a mother, I have an obligation to her, too, so then it isn’t my own day, right?

In the end, it’s always a day balancing family obligation and relaxing. It always goes by too quickly, too.

We visited with my mom and grandmother, going out for lunch together. My grandmother has slowed down since she had a stroke a few years ago, but she insists on being as independent as possible. She now requires someone’s arm to hold onto to steady herself while walking – a development that still seems so odd to me. She’s always been so strong and served as the no-nonsense matriarch of the family. But she still smiles warmly at my kids’ antics and lets them tell her the same bad jokes over and over. (To be fair, I don’t think she hears the jokes every time – that probably helps.)

I’m always happy to spend time with my mom, too. She was my rock growing up – the one person in my childhood that I could count on – and even though there’s plenty we don’t agree on, I still seek out her advice on practically everything. She gives far too much of herself to everyone else, and I worry that one day she’s going to completely exhaust herself by helping others and ignoring her own needs. But it’s hard to tell her to stop being so generous with her time and money, especially since so many people depend on her help.

I occasionally complain that she spoils Cordy and Mira too much when they’re with her, forgetting that she was fairly lenient with me, too. It’s no wonder the kids love to spend time with her – she encourages them to roll down hills, teaches them how to plant seeds, and lets them have ice cream with practically every meal.

Kids and grandma on Mother's DayWere it not so wet outside today, she probably would have taught them to pick asparagus with her.

After leaving my mom, we stopped to visit briefly with Aaron’s step-mom so the girls could give their Bubbie her Mother’s Day card. Like my mom, the kids love all of the creative pursuits they get to do with their Bubbie.

The rest of the day was a typical Sunday evening: a little quiet time, dinner, bedtime for the kids, and watching some TV into the evening while working on the computer a bit. Successful day? Absolutely.

But Mother’s Day, to me, is also about the two beautiful little girls who made me a mom. I’m so grateful that becoming a mother wasn’t the struggle for me that it is for some. We wanted children, we had healthy children…it was that simple. These two drive me nuts sometimes, they fight with each other and make messes, but they also give me purpose, shower me in love, and have taught me so much.

I’m so lucky to have my family.



At Least I’m Appreciated For Something

Mira’s kindergarten class has been practicing the art of writing letters. They’ve mostly been working on the “hey, how are you?” type letters, but it has been mentioned that they can write thank you notes, too.

We’ve also tried to teach our kids the importance of saying thank you and being grateful when someone gives you something or does something helpful for you.

So I shouldn’t have been surprised when Mira proudly presented me with a thank you note. She admitted she got help from daddy on spelling some of the words, and help in taping it back together when it ripped as she pulled it out of her notebook. But the sentiment? All hers.

Mira's note to meI’m the blue person on the left, Mira is the pink one in the middle – her marker was drying up and it got fuzzy.

Of all of the things she could think of to thank me for, she chose taxes. I’m really not sure what to say to that.

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