I have a strong feeling against the MMR (of course, dd isn't going to get any more vaxes at all, but that particular one gives me worse heeby-jeebies than all the others combined). I think if she got it, it might be the end of her, if not life technically, neurologically. Someone would literally have to kill me to get that shot into her.
I planned a birth center-attached to the hospital but very relaxed, and always thought "well, if for some reason I don't make it to the center in time I'll just have an "oops" UC in the bathtub at home". I didn't care if I went to 43 weeks, I wasn't going to let anyone screw up my birth. Suddenly at about 39/40 wks I began having nightmares, anxiety and my blood would run cold when I didn't feel dd move often enough. Something inside me began saying she needed to come out. I did everything to stimulate/induce labor naturally. At 41 weeks I couldn't ignore the feelings any more, the warning bells had turned into blaring alarms. I was hysterical at one point on the phone w/ my midwife and went in to be induced at 41w1d at 4 cm dilated and 50% effaced- the natural induction attempts did something, at least. DD was born with a cleft palate, 2 minor heart defects, breathing rapidly, went off to the NICU. Two weeks later we had the news that she had a chromosome disorder. Had she been stillborn, no one would have questioned it, they would have chalked it up to her chromosomes but I knew, somehow, that something was going wrong in there and perhaps her disorder interfered with the signals that kickstart labor naturally. I don't regret it. I don't think she'd be here if she wasn't coaxed out.
so, I know it's there, and I believe in it. I thank God that I had enough wits about me somehow in that nicu daze to lie and tell them we'd get the hep B done at the pediatrician's office so they wouldn't jab her there without my knowledge.
I planned a birth center-attached to the hospital but very relaxed, and always thought "well, if for some reason I don't make it to the center in time I'll just have an "oops" UC in the bathtub at home". I didn't care if I went to 43 weeks, I wasn't going to let anyone screw up my birth. Suddenly at about 39/40 wks I began having nightmares, anxiety and my blood would run cold when I didn't feel dd move often enough. Something inside me began saying she needed to come out. I did everything to stimulate/induce labor naturally. At 41 weeks I couldn't ignore the feelings any more, the warning bells had turned into blaring alarms. I was hysterical at one point on the phone w/ my midwife and went in to be induced at 41w1d at 4 cm dilated and 50% effaced- the natural induction attempts did something, at least. DD was born with a cleft palate, 2 minor heart defects, breathing rapidly, went off to the NICU. Two weeks later we had the news that she had a chromosome disorder. Had she been stillborn, no one would have questioned it, they would have chalked it up to her chromosomes but I knew, somehow, that something was going wrong in there and perhaps her disorder interfered with the signals that kickstart labor naturally. I don't regret it. I don't think she'd be here if she wasn't coaxed out.
so, I know it's there, and I believe in it. I thank God that I had enough wits about me somehow in that nicu daze to lie and tell them we'd get the hep B done at the pediatrician's office so they wouldn't jab her there without my knowledge.








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. I just don't see vaccines being a good mix with our history.

