Doctors Schmocters

 

24 pounds!

30 inches!

18" HC

 

Hasting will be 9 months old on the 23rd, so we had his routine check-up today. I haven't posted in a while, so let me get you UTD.

 

As parents Chad and I have decided Hasting will no longer be receiving ANY vaccinations. ANY. After extended research it's a proud decision we have made. There are too many disgusting things & poisions, non of which will ever touch our child again. That's all that needs to be said about that.

 

So obviously, and naturally, I was a little nervous about Hasting's visit today. Chad couldn't go, so my bff (whom btw doesn't vaccinate as well) and her 17 month old tagged along..

 

It started out crappy anyways, I had to wait almost 30 minutes to get taken back to a room...which I hate. All I thought about the whole time we were sitting in the waiting room was how I was going to bring up the decision that Chad and I had made. I honestly loved our doctor before today. He was great. He was my husbands pediatrican, as well as every one else in my husbands family (basically). He seemed very down to Earth, and seemingly laid back. He wore his khaki cargo shorts, buttoned up RL Polo, and his Keen Sandals... and may I add a TON of what seemed to be like little friendship bracelets. Sounds pretty down to Earth and awesome right?

 

We went back (FINALLY), and Hasting was weighed. During his weight check-up, the nurse asked "Is that one of those teething necklaces?", I responded with, "Yes, a life savor for sure!". The nurse asked me routinely questions, and stated the doctor would be in shortly. Holy cow I was nervous. I started thinking to myself, " I shouldn't be nervous, he's my child, it's my decision". By this point I was just nervous to lose our doctor and be pushed from the practice, because I loved him so much!!! Not really nervous at the fact I had to tell his doctor, because I was confident in my decisions and I had the research to back myself up.

 

The doctor walked in, made a face, and immediately attacked me for having a baltic amber teething necklace around Hasting's neck. He proceeded to tell me Hasting could easily choke on it, told a story of a man who always carried around a knife to cut anything off around a childs neck, then pulled a knife from his pocket. By this point, my bff and I looked at each other in shock. I was so shocked I couldn't even respond to what was happening. He closed the knife and put it away, as my bff and i were closing in on Hasting to block him from the doctor getting near him.

 

The appointment went on, then came the flu vaccination discussion. I stopped him mid sentence. He knew what was coming, because he said "go ahead, let me hear it". I told him my husband and I had decided to not inject Hasting with anything. From that point I literally blocked out almost everthing he had to say.

 

In a nutshell I was told:

 

--> you're going to be making me work harder.

 

--> My child was equivalent to a child that lives in Haiti, and had the same chance of living as she did. (He travels there yearly).

 

--> I was going to have to sign a form stating that I was putting my son at risk for preventative diseases.

 

--> The only reason he continues to see children whose parents decide not to vaccinate is to continuously persuade them from their decisions.

 

I was completely degraded and ready to get the hell out of there. He didn't even release us of our appointment, he just walked out the door. I had to physically walk out of the room and ask if we were finished.

 

I stopped on the way out to make another appointment. I looked at my friend and said "why am i even standing here?, I'm not coming back." As Iwas starting to walk away, the lady at the front desk asked if I needed to re-schedule. Still walking away, I responded "Nope, not coming back!".

 

My bff and I walked out, and I couldn't help but cry. Doctors have no right to be so degrading towards parents who choose to not vaccinate their children. I swear I could go on and on about this, but that is all I will say.

 

I DO NOT TRUST DOCTORS, NOR WILL I EVER.