I'm not anti-vaccine by any means, but I do believe in being informed about what is going into my kids' bodies and why. I followed a modified vaccine schedule, spreading shots out a bit even if it meant more needles, because I didn't like the idea of overwhelming their little immune systems with multiple vaccines all at once. By the time Kenyon was born, giving newborns vitamin D supplements was standard practice. I declined, because really, it would be an effort to not get enough vitamin D in Denver, with its more than 300 days of sparkly bright sunshine.
In preparation for our trip, a phone appointment with our insurance's Travel Clinic informed me that Sam and I would need Tetanus/Whooping Cough and Hepatitis A vaccines, and both older boys would just need the Hepatitis A vaccine (Kenyon had already had it, as it was standard by the time he came into the world).
|Jackson, at 3 years old|
The doors opened and we stepped out into the parking garage elevator lobby, where Jackson's legs buckled, body collapsed, and he lay there totally unresponsive on the ground.
|Jackson, at 5 years old|
Time stopped for me there, with my son lying limp on the tile floor. With no one around to help and me unable to lift him, I had to drag his seemingly lifeless body into the elevator to get back up to the main lobby. Alex was awesome; I'm sure he was totally freaked out inside but he stayed calm and I didn't notice it at the time but he swiftly picked up all the stuff that I had dropped and rode in the elevator with me.
|Jackson, at 7 years old|
Turns out he just fainted; they said it's fairly common for boys to hold their breath while they get a shot and then it catches up to them a few minutes later when they're on their feet.
He was completely back to normal a short time later, but me? I am ready to either spend some time locked away in a mental institution or at a spa. Given our finances, an institution seems far more likely.
Who finagled me into this having-children-that-you-love-more-than-life-itself business? I could be sipping Mai Tais on a beach with my biggest worry being deciding between the conch fritters or the lobster tail for dinner instead of trying to make peace with the terrible predicament of a mother desperately loving three human beings and not being able to protect them from life's dangers. What worries me most is that in the grand scheme of things, this fainting incident was super minor, and it almost took me down for good.
There's no way I'm going to survive parenthood.