D had his 13-month well baby check on Friday.
Nurse #1: Looks like 5 shots today.
Me: 5? Really? Which ones?
Nurse #1: (Explains.)
Me: We're going to wait on the chicken pox and we're not going to do the flu shot now (hello?).
Nurse #1: But you don't understand. They changed it. Now they have to have TWO chicken pox before they start school.
Me: Um. He's 13 months old?
Nurse #1: AND the shots need to be at least three months apart.
Me: Oooookay. Yeah. That still gives us like 4 years.
Nurse #1: (Sigh.) What. (Sigh.) Ever. The doctor will be in.
Doctor: Why did the nurse even put the flu shot on there? What was she thinking?
Me: ????
Nurse #2: (Repeats same spiel about the oh-so-scary three month wait and did I really understand and blah blah blahbedy blah.)
Me: Yes. We will wait.
Nurse #2: How about we do one now and one when he starts preschool?
Me: How about not?
Nurse #2: (Sigh.) Okay. (Stupid people.)
Nurse #1: (Returns with the three correct shots. Proceeds to break a needle off in my son's leg because, as she screamed at me, "WHY WEREN'T YOU HOLDING HIS LEG DOWN?!?!")
Me: You didn't tell me to.
Son: (Crying.)
Nurse #: (Takes 1000 years to go get yet another shot to replace the broken-needle one.)
Me: (Angry.)
Son: (Crying.)
Nurse #1: (Administers third shot to increasingly upset baby.)
Me: (More angry.)
Nurse #1: Sorry I yelled like that.
Me: That's okay (WIMP, I AM SUCH A WIMP!).
Me: (Finding new doctor.)
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