We have come to know Wiatt's mom well over the past couple years. We've bonded as a result of her battle with the Mississippi State Department of Health as she has fought the obligatory fight against their tyranny in an effort to protect Wiatt and her other children from the vaccines that injured Wiatt. She is a warrior mom and this is her story...
Wiatt was born in October of 2004. He received shots on November 1, 2006. He got his fourth dose of pneumococcal, DTaP, and HIB.
When we got home that day, he was already running fever. I gave the Tylenol and Motrin as the doctor recommended, alternating every 4 and 6 hours. He wouldn't eat and was very lethargic. I thought it was because of the fever. He didn't eat much for about a week and he cried (screamed) inconsolably for the most part of every day for almost two weeks. When he wasn't crying, he was blank or depressed. He seemed almost "drugged" or altered somehow. He wasn't talking or even babbling. He wouldn't play with his toys or with his brother, who he never let out of his sight. He sat with a blank stare. He wouldn't make eye contact and had very dark circles under his eyes that ranged in color from purple, to bright red, or sometimes yellow.
Within the week, the injection sites on his thighs became very hard and visibly swollen. A call to the doctor assures me that all of this is "normal" and I am overreacting. In a few days, he began rocking back and forth or rolling side to side, if lying down. Once he began eating again, he couldn't keep anything with milk in it down. Suddenly, he's lactose intolerant.
He began to have random rashes and his eczema got so severe his skin cracked til it bled. This started the parade to various doctors and dermatologists, resulting in antibiotics, steroids and creams that could cause cancer or impotence. He started having pretty severe bowel trouble and was constantly constipated, until his body couldn't handle it (or everything we tried to help finally helped) and it would turn to explosive diarrhea for days.
Even with all of that, the worst part was, he would not allow us to show him affection. No hugs, no kisses, no touching him except to change his diaper or bathe him and he wanted neither. He wouldn't (or couldn't) smile. I lost my happy baby that day.
He had regular bouts with "croup", the first one requiring me to call 911. We made numerous trips to LeBonheur urgent care for emergency breathing treatments for the asthma he had all the sudden.
I still didn't put two and two together. It wasn't until he developed shingles (he had his MMR and Varicella vax 7 months earlier) that I began to question things. I knew that you could only get shingles if you've had the chicken pox, and other than the vaccine, he had not. Here is where I started my research.
When I started reading, I learned that each well baby visit stole a small piece of my son... Starting the day he was born. He had the eczema (albeit not yet diagnosed) by the time they made hospital pictures. I don't remember seeing it the first time I saw him (but I couldn't swear to it after recovery)
It took years of detoxing, researching and upper cervical chiropractic treatments to get him back. The day he told me "I like this song" I cried. It was the first coherent sentence he'd ever said to me. He was five. We were finally able to get him potty trained that summer before Kindergarten. "Quiet Wiatt" Just had his 10th birthday last week. We still see the effects from the vaccines every now and then, but I know how blessed I am to be one of the "lucky ones" who still gets to kiss him goodnight every night.
The part I left out of the story is: I had a sick feeling at every well baby visit. And at every visit, I ignored it. #HearThisWell My advice to new moms and dads is TRUST YOUR GUT!!
& Educate before you vaccinate.