Back in 2010, when my son was 2 years old, I deeply questioned the rationale behind vaccinations. Sitting there with my perfectly healthy, vibrant baby, about to inject him with what seemed unnecessary, I was confused.
As a young mom, I had never thought to question this before—it was just something everyone did. When I shared my concerns with my husband, he welcomed my feelings about the whole situation, which was comforting because everyone else seemed to think I was crazy.
At that moment, I was simply a mom trying to protect her baby, and my motherly instinct was stronger than ever.
Despite my doubts, I proceeded with the shots that day—I was already there, and it seemed like the right thing to do according to everyone else. However, after that visit, seeing my perfectly healthy baby develop a fever (which doctors assured me was normal, but I knew it wasn’t), I made a firm decision.
That was the last time I took him for vaccinations.
Right after giving birth to my son back in February, while I was still in the delivery room with my legs open and not even cleaned up yet, they immediately tried to vaccinate my perfectly healthy baby. It was the most absurd and shocking thing I had ever witnessed. Within seconds of my baby’s arrival, my husband and I had to repeatedly assert to the nurses that we did not want any eye ointment, no bath, and absolutely, under no circumstances, any vaccinations.
Asking me once if I wanted vaccinations and refusing would be one thing, but that’s not what happened at all. Right after my baby was born, I was lying in the bed while they were weighing him, and I heard my husband telling them no to everything. Then they came to me and asked, and I also told them no.
Here I am, trying to cherish those precious moments with my newborn baby, when a midwife is in my face, listing all the dangers of not giving the vitamin K shot. Over the next few hours, I repeat to several nurses that we do not want the shot, feeling like a broken record. After finally getting cleaned up and settling into my room, I thought it was all behind us, only to be confronted by two nurses coming in to start the discussion all over again.
They brought in a paper for me to sign stating my refusal of the vitamin K shot. The nurse remarked, “Well, I sure hope nothing bad happens to him.” I looked her in the eye and responded, “Oh, nothing bad will happen to him, in Jesus’ name.”
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