Noah had his annual physical today -- his first time at our new pediatrician's office, oddly enough, as he hasn't had a single sick visit or injury or general health concern since we moved. This makes for a fairly boring check-up, although Noah remained in a low-level state of anxiety because I'd warned him he most likely was going to get a shot.
He brought his Marty McFly jackets and his history textbook along to help keep his mind off of it.
(Just when I think this kid's love of history can't get any better: He's now borrowing additional books from his teachers [as he's devoured all the main school library's offerings and still can't get enough] and I catch him reading them under his covers at night, or reading charming bedtime stories about the Boston Massacre to his brothers. Okay.)
I already wrote a Big Whole Screed about the HPV vaccine at AlphaMom last year, but just to have it on the record here as I am a Wee Bit Het Up About This Topic, and want to make it clear that I followed through on everything in that rant: Yes, Noah got his first Gardasil shot today, and will get the second in six months. Ezra and Ike will also get vaccinated when they are old enough. I think this is an incredibly important, yet wildly (for boys in particular) underrated vaccine. Sure, shots suck and I had to body-lock Noah down in order for the nurse to administer it and he complained that his arm stung for about 15 afterwards. But I'm relieved to offer him (and his future partners) protection from something both ridiculously common, and yet frequently super scary and even deadly. Ain't got no time for anti-vax nonsense today or eight years ago when people used to ask me if I intended to vaccinate Ezra after....(quiet voice)...Noah turned out to have YOU KNOW WHAT.
Autism. He has Autism. You know what he doesn't have? The measles. Or fucking polio or whooping cough. He has Autism and he brings American history books to doctor's appointments and charms the hell out of everybody there, and he likes Happy Meals as a special post-shot treat before going back to school in time for Social Studies.
But only if his books can come too, and he can read his favorite parts out loud to me and the little girl in the next booth over. Because he's super awesome like that.
(Spoiler Alert: All the parts are his favorite.)