Oh Shot!

Today was Brandon’s four year old check up.  I couldn’t make it, so Dave was taking him solo.  When I left the house, he was still eating his breakfast.  I told him to be brave at his appointment, and that he would be getting some shots.  He started freaking out immediately.  I told him we’d do something special if he was brave.
I finished my meeting right at 10am, and called Dave.  He was in the injection room.  I passed by there, and didn’t see him.  I called again and he was actually in there in the process of injections.  I went into their room, and the nurse was drawing up the injections.  Normally, they are well-prepared and have all the shots lined up and ready to go.  It was Dave’s fault because initially, he told them to separate the doses and only give two today, and we’d come back for the other two later.  Midway through, after the first two were done (before I had gotten there), he changed his mind.  In this time, I had gotten there, and there was a delay.  Brandon was totally fine, then started freaking out.  He started thrashing around, and was fighting Dave.  The nurse came close to him with the first of the second round.  Dave was trying to get Brandon’s arm out of his sleeve.  It was a gut-wrenching, “No, Daddy, let go of me, pleeeeeze.”  The nurse was good and did her job swiftly, but not without plenty of protest from Brandon.  Finally, he was all done, and we went outside in the hall.  I gave him a big hug, and he slowly calmed down.  We saw Kathy, who tried to make Brandon feel better by giving him her duck favor that she had gotten from Julie.  It was filled with candy, which Brandon didn’t know at the time, but he did take it and rattled it a little bit trying to figure out what was inside.
Dave went to pick up his typhoid pills, and told me to go to our farmers’ market to get Brandon a treat.  We went down the row of cookies, and he got to pick one out.  He started eating it, and rubbed his tummy.  I asked him if he wanted to go visit Auntie Julie, but he said, “No, I think I want to stay down here.”  He just wasn’t in the mood to go visit with anyone.
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Later, I looked up the blood pressure (the 120/52) which is stratified by age and then percentile in height.  The blood pressure was in the 95th percentile.  He said Brandon was squirmy, but I didn’t think that would account for it being 150!  Even the 120 was not a good score!  I quickly sent an email off to the doctor to clarify and get her thoughts.  I thought it might have something to do with all the school food he eats, as we no longer pack his food and have control over it.  He also eats probably twice as much of it as the next kid at school.
When Dave got home, I got even more of the scoop.  Turns out Brandon is a 4 year old stuck in a 5 year old’s body.  He is 43″ tall, and 42.3 pounds.  He grew 4″ in one year!  The doctor said he was above average in that he followed commands to put his clothes on (and could successfully do it), and that he was very verbal (which he always has been).  Dave said the school was concerned because he couldn’t catch a ball, but Dave wasn’t worried about his coordination because the kid can smack the heck out of a golf ball (Dave’s measure of athletic ability).  Apparently, the behavioral problem is no longer.  Although, I beg to differ on some occasions.  She had him run down the hall, and said everything was normal.  He then showed me the after visit summary.  On it was written the actual blood pressure.  102/52.  Nice, Dave, nice.  Apparently, Dave is not the numbers wizard I had made him out to be.  Waaay off.  So, now I look like a crazy because I emailed the doctor and was so concerned.  Dave also told me he asked Brandon why he didn’t share his cookie with him.  Brandon said, “Because you didn’t get shots today!”  Brandon was pretty upset by having to get shots.  He told me, “I don’t want to go to the hospital, not EVER.  I don’t want NO shots.  I don’t LIKE going to the doctor.”  I told him next time we go, we can just go visit Mommy’s friends.  He calmed down a bit, and said, “Yes, I can do that.  That’s okay.”  He’s all set until the next flu season, and then the PPD test before real school starts.