My son soon became extremely emotional. He started talking and singing to himself, making repetitive sounds, looking out the car window with a blank stare at nothing and flapping his hands. This is the hardest part for me to write, this is the part I don't want to admit.
My sweet little boy became unable to control his emotions. He became very angry and had meltdown after meltdown. He told me "mommy, I don't know if I'm hungry, if I'm tired or if I'm thirsty", crying and crying. He wouldn't do school work or get dressed in the morning, it became almost impossible to get him into the bath. He complained of excruciating headaches for 4 weeks straight. In his previous 6 years of life, he never once had a headache.
I know that these shots did something to my son.
I AM his mother and I know him best. I was put on this earth to care for my children. I was given an instinctual ability to know how to care for my children.
I don't think we need to judge the millions of mothers who are convinced that after receiving a vaccine, their child changed.
In a country where tolerance is preached, I don't think we should judge parents who choose not to vaccinate. That's too bad for us though, because everyone else thinks its okay to judge us.
This is the part of our story that I don't want to write. This is the part of our story that I wish never happened. This is the part of our story that changed everything.
On August 30th, 2019, my son received the polio vaccine and on September 10th, he received the MMR and varicella vaccines. For those who don't know, the MMR vaccine is supposed to prevent measles, mumps and rubella and the varicella vaccine, chicken pox.
Dictated to me, by our radical government, I complied.
A week after the MMR and varicella, my son had a fever, no cough, no sore throat, his sisters or classmates weren't sick. I thought, maybe it was an ear infection. I brought him to the nurse practitioner at our doctors office, no ear infection, supposedly just a virus.
Well, the fever, up to 102, wouldn't stay down. 5 days of 24 hr tylenol/ibuprofen kept his temperature at 99. For 5 days, my son laid on the couch, lifeless. He had no appetite, excruciating headaches and red glossy eyes. He missed days of school. When his fever finally broke, he went to school. The school nurse called and said he had a bloody nose that she could not control, by the time I got to the school, it stopped.
The next day, my son was just tired, I was hopeful this was all over. I was wrong.
The following night, he woke up at 2am screaming and crying, "my leg hurts mommy, aren't you going to do something?!". As he was screaming out in pain, I massaged his leg (which has helped in the past when he had "growing pains"). This time, it gave him no relief. His father and sisters were woken by his wailing. He was in extreme pain, screaming, crying and incoherent. I was about to take him to the ER when I was finally able to get him to swallow tylenol. He then fell asleep. That is when I knew, without any doubt that my son would never receive those vaccines again.
Well if that wasn't bad enough, don't worry, our story doesn't end there.
By home, I mean I am now homeschooling my son. Me? Homeschool?! I know there are many families who choose to homeschool their children for a lot of good reasons. We had no reasons. My children attend a small, private school where everyone knows each other. I know and appreciate the teachers there. My son has a few close friends and loved gym and art. So one would have to think, was abruptly taking him out of school really in his best interest?
Well, I was left with no choice. But now I have the power to choose. I will choose to change my temperament and become a more patient mother. I will choose to research as much as I can so I can give my son the best education possible. I will choose to seek advice from other home-schooling moms who know more than I do. I will choose to be happy in this situation that I was forced into. I will do all of this for the happiness, health and well-being of my son.
THEY forced me into this and now I choose to turn this unbelievable situation into good.
I've been fighting this battle for the past 6 months and thought it was time to share it.
Ten years ago, something happened to me, something that would change me forever. I became a mother.
I became one of those mothers who was determined to do whatever I had to do for the health and well-being of my children. Yes, I was the mother who chose to work part-time so I could nurture my babies even if that meant I couldn't have the biggest house or newest car.
Yes, I was the mother who chose to exclusively breast feed my babies for 3 years each to ensure their immune system worked the best it could even if that meant I would lose 9 years of sleep.
Yes, I was the mother who purchased organic, food, lotion and soap to ensure my babies absorbed the smallest amount of toxins in their little bodies.
Yes, I was the mother who stayed away from social media so I could be fully present in my children's lives instead of spending hours learning about other people's lives.
Ten years ago, something inside me changed. Instinctively, I would do whatever I needed to do keep my children happy and healthy, little did I know that in the year 2019, that would also mean being home.