Behind Every Doctor There Is (Hopefully) An Awesome Nurse
My mother had me rather late in life, and I was born via a C-section, two months early. My early life was pretty much spent visiting different doctors, and some of my shots were delayed because I was too weak or sick when I was supposed to get them. One of the shots (Hepatitis B, I believe) was meant to be administered at birth and again at six months, but I got the first dose at three months.
When I’m six months old, my mom takes me to the pediatrician’s office for a regular check-up. Our assigned pediatricians change sometimes, and this one probably isn’t familiar with most of my medical history. Our nurse, though, is wonderful and has seen a lot of me.
Doctor: “Oh. You are six months old. You need to get the [shot], you know that?”
Mom: “Huh? We got the first one only three months ago and were told to wait six months for the second one.”
Nurse: “Yes, this checks out.”
Doctor: “But she’s six months old. You have to get this shot at six months.”
Mom: “Are you sure? It has been only three months, and I’m not sure she’s healthy enough for it right now.”
Doctor: “Yes. You’re going to get the shot at [Clinic] today.”
Nurse: “Wait. It’s only been three months. She shouldn’t be getting this.”
Doctor: “Yes, she should. She’s six months old. Write a referral for today.”
Nurse: “No.”
Doctor: “What? Go ahead!”
Nurse: “Excuse me for a moment!”
And the nurse stormed out the door. A few (pretty awkward) minutes later, she came back, along with an angry Head of Pediatrics, gave us our paperwork with a note about the delayed [shot], and said we could go home for today.
While going to a pediatrician at our state clinic is a lottery, we’ve always had the most awesome nurse watching our backs for over fifteen years. Obviously, I got that shot three months later.