My little guy had his 3-year checkup the other day and I was thrilled that he got a vaccine I wasn’t expecting. (He wasn’t so thrilled. In fact, he gave the nurse the most hilarious nasty look you’ve ever seen.)
Barak finished his course of PCV (pneumococcal conjugate vaccine) over a year ago, I believe, and at that time, the recommended shot protected against 7 strains of Streptococcus pneumoniae. So, y’know, yay for being protected against some forms of meningitis, bacteremia, and ear infections.
In the meantime, however, the company that makes Prevnar™ (the brand name of the vaccine Barak got) came up with a shot that protects against a total of 13 strains, and I was a bit sad we’d missed it.
But it turns out the CDC has recommended that kids who haven’t turned 6 yet can get one additional shot of the PCV-13, so yay for my little guy being protected against even more strains of that nasty bacterium. I’m all for it.
Barak did get a bit of a swollen shoulder from the shot, partially a bruise because the nurse managed to nick a blood vessel and partially a reaction to the shot, but a dose of Motrin that evening and he’s just fine. I think he might have had the same reaction to the PCV-7, now that I think about it.
I think the funniest part of the visit, though, was after Barak got his shot and was snuggled in my lap while a med student was running through the usual list of questions. Barak looked up pitifully and pointed to his shoulder, saying “Me have owie.”
The med student said, “Oh, I have something that can help with that.” And he brought out a little toy he’d been entertaining Barak with, a tube with glitter in it. “This is my magic glitter stick.” He proceeded to wave it over Barak’s shoulder. “There, does that feel better?”
Barak looked at his shoulder and up at the student. “No.”
::snerk:: Yeah, he’s my son. No fooling him with homeopathy, folks!