Vaccines. It seems this word has permeated the air in our home, infiltrating each room, following me wherever I go. It haunts me at times, sometimes more than I’d like to admit. I have heard the stories of the children I will never meet but whose paths have intersected with mine through digital networks and mommies that have made it their mission to share and inform others. I have spent so many evenings praying for those who have been affected, for their voices to be heard, for the truth to be told.
I didn’t always understand it all, didn’t always know exactly what it all meant–until I saw my own child suffering daily, with chronic pain, ear infections, fevers, spinal taps, reflux, and projectile vomiting- all in his first year. It was then that I began to research.
I searched for answers, scientific studies, explanations and anything that could help me justify injecting my sick child with more, more, more. I dug out of need, out of desperation to make things better. But the more I dug, the uglier the picture became, the more convoluted the choices.
I kept asking myself: Why haven’t I heard any of this before?
Maybe the digging only happens when there is a larger fear of the known than the unknown. Maybe we sometimes trust the ground we stand on and don’t feel a need for the digging. But as parents, the digging we must do, so that the choices we make are ultimately ours.
I am not anti-vaccines.
I am anti- the term “immunizations” used in the place of “vaccinations” to imply that vaccinating always equals immunity when this is not so.
I am anti-the misinformation about vaccines, claiming they rarely cause any adverse reactions when in fact, they often do.
I am anti-the cover-ups used to protect the wealthy pharmaceutical companies at the expense of the taxpayer and the victims of their concoctions.
I am anti-the lack of studies, the recommended schedule that has never been tested safe for our children. Not ever.
I am anti-the pressure some pediatricians put on parents to vaccinate, not in the best interest of the child, but because they, too, are being pressured from “above” to meet a certain quota.
I am anti-the one-size-fits-all approach that is wounding so many of our babies with chronic illnesses, such as asthma, autism, diabetes, autoimmune disorders, allergies, etc; 54% of them to be exact.
I am anti-the ingredients that they use in childhood vaccinations, from aluminum levels that far exceed the FDA amount for toxicity, to formaldehyde, aborted fetus cell lines, monkey kidney tissue. . . the list goes on.
I am anti-the belief that we, as parents and protectors of our children, don’t have a choice about vaccination, the school districts that are perpetuating this lie, and the pharmaceutical companies that are trying to make it a reality.
I am anti all of these things . . . but not anti-vaccines, per se.
I am for parental rights. Because at the end of the day, it is up to each and every one of us to take what we’ve dug up, weigh it against the other, and ultimately decide what is best for our children. We have the choice to fully vaccinate, alter the schedule, postpone vaccinations, partially vaccinate, or not vaccinate. It is a choice that we must each make, but it is only a choice when we know all of our facts and fight for our rights.
We must read the vaccine inserts (not the pamphlet provided by the doctor), and determine what, in fact, is best for our children. It is our right, and ultimately, our responsibility to choose wisely.
For if the day comes when we give up our right to our own children and hand them over without questioning; if we do not share the truth of those that have been harmed or the reality of the risks either way; if we do not demand constant studies to ensure safety or safer alternatives when available; or if we continue to overlook the value of a human life all in the name of the “greater good;” then, we have failed our children and the generations that follow. May God help us all.
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