wonder(ing)land

It’s already been established that Christian’s first word was Hello, accompanied with a little hand on the ear with whatever object is around (box of tooth floss, a wooden block, anything small enough to fit his hand). I think the next word he learned was Jiji — while pointing to our super-big yellow cat. And there is the king of words Tata (dad in Bosnian) which he clearly pronounces, sometimes while looking at the picture of dad. As for mama, I’m a little unsure about this one. I think he’s calling mama on occasions when he’s very unhappy or crying. I can’t exactly with certainty ascertain that it means me but I’m guessing yes.

I wanted him to crawl longer. But he insisted.

I swear: Christian Winter says “halo” when he occasionally gets hold of the phone. It’s like “A-o.”

He’s been crawling all over the place but has keen interest in walking. Any occasion he gets to grab our hands and have us wobble behind him, he takes. It’s very very cute.

Well, it is just great that my son’s favorite toy is our home phone. I want him to enjoy something safer!

At 7.5 months, we finally have a little crawl happening! For the last week and a half, it seemed like it would happen anytime, but no go. We spent last week in Pittsburgh where I thought for sure he’ll get on his fours and go for it, but he really managed just a few roll overs to his destination.  But yesterday, mr Winter managed a few tiniest steps on his fours. Very very cute.

In other news, he learned how to clap. This happened last Thursday: Christian Clapping

Teething (photo by a nice lady at Mermaid Parade)

Christian turned 7 months on Sunday, Father’s Day. The very same day, I noticed that the two little teeth came in on the bottom. I expected a lot more fuss over it and maybe there was but it was hard to know why — our nephews were visiting so, as much as I tried, Christian didn’t get enough naps last week since we were on the move a lot. (I guess to make it up to me, he slept so well last night, that I had to wake him for his babysitter).

He also learned how to (kind of) get on his fours and he managed to get himself into a sitting position yesterday. All while continuing to be super cute.

It was a few years ago when I first heard the expression “sleep training.” I was walking in Park Slope when I overheard a conversation between two moms. One said “I think we’re going to hire that sleep trainer this week. Jack is going to hate it but I think it’s time.” I remember wondering why would anyone hate sleep training, in my mind I imagined some kind of a sleep clinic where you can get as much rest as you wish. I didn’t realize that Jack was an infant and that “training” involved letting him cry through the night (or two, or three…) in order for him to learn to fall asleep on his own.

The process can be gentle, sure. The baby may have the right kind of disposition for this sort of thing and just fuss a little before falling asleep. And voila, you have yourself a self-soother. Or not — and you’ll be leaving the house for the weekend with a babysitter enduring the hell of a night-long crying baby (one mom found her baby sleeping upright, clawing at the rails of the crib). This way, you’ll get the much needed rest and he will learn to sleep through the night, and be independent, self-sufficient. After all, it’s never too early to show the child that he was born into a difficult world where promises are broken and where you can’t trust anyone, not even your mother.

I didn’t get to do  a survey (though I would like to) and see how many of my mom friends are doing it, but it looks like all of our doctors are routinely recommending it. And we are falling for it. Yes, we all want to sleep through the night, and sleep training is not torture. Or so They tell us.

Chewing on some scallion

Mom isn’t always right. We didn’t give Christian Winter water, he didn’t start eating fish at 3 months and we don’t let him cry so because it’s “good for his lungs” (it isn’t, read here). But she is very often right. I love it when one of her advices works.

Mom said that teething babies like to chew on scallions. It’s what she’d done with us. We didn’t really need to go there until today. But Chris was stuck with crying baby while I was showering. Our regular suspects (finger, Sofie, chin) didn’t work. Chris then decided to go for it and, to our disbelief, he stopped crying.

Behold, our little 6-month-old son, teething on a piece of scallion.

This is crazy, but the last time I took a photo of Winter was more than a week ago. And I still haven’t transferred those last ones to the computer so I can show them around. I miss film and photos developed and printed on real photo paper.

In the meantime, just a sigh from a busy mother. Work has kicked into a high gear, the babysitter is doing great with the kid and life is just flowing and flowing.  Winter is now 4.5 months old, can crawl just a little while on his tummy (mostly backwards), possibly getting a tooth (and then again, maybe not), has a beautifully shaped little head (sleeping on his side mostly, I wanted to avoid a flat skull),  poops twice a day (mostly in his “toilet,” he’s aware enough not too go in bed when diaper free), wakes 2-3 times a night, goes to bed at 8 (well, we all do. It’s weird I know. It won’t last, but picture the rest!) and much much more.

Chris and I are, however, a little out of it, like it’s not our lives. He’s cooking and washing dishes, I work until late at night. We both coo over the baby whenever we can and try to hold hands as much as possible… when we remember.

A deep breath…. and back to water…

Thanks to a bad case of diaper rash that we noticed last Thursday (the kid spent too much time in disposables, IMO), both Chris and I took to taking him to bathroom to “eliminate” while having him diaper free for hours and hours, both day and night. It was beautiful! The boy pees on cue, I swear. We’d take him to pee every 15 minutes after he eats or wakes up (speaking of intense parenting) for 4 or 5 times until he actually doesn’t even need to go until the next feeding, two or three hours later. When I take him to pee, he waits until I have him positioned over the tub or toilet (whatever I feel like using) and then goes! I’m super super excited about this. There was a day or two where we used only one cloth diaper the whole time. And yesterday, I had him sitting on the potty which he promptly used.

And there you have it. A mother’s story, a story about poops and pees. This is how exciting my life is.

From baby blue to brown

Christian Winter is 14.5 weeks old. For a couple weeks now, we’ve been noticing that his eyes were changing, and today I managed to get a really good picture during his “belly time” in the sunny bedroom. Note the pathes of brown and blue in his eyes.

He’s asleep now, after spending good 2 + hours awake and diaper free.

Give me!

To our infinite delight, Christian Winter used his hands for the first time to grab a toy from his dad.

(Sophie la girafe is a gift from dear friend. She’s made in France, from natural rubber and non-toxic paint.

I can use my hands!

... and in the mouth she goes

I hate plastics. Very dangerous thing, plastics. I’m using the word hate here, about plastics….

This stuff is everywhere. Take, for example, my breast pump. Many relevant parts are made of plastic, including the storage bottles. All this stuff is BPA free, but a) what’s replaced this BPA and b) what other unsafe chems live in that plastic and touch my baby’s food? I was dismayed, appalled and shocked when I opened a brand-new BPA-free six-pack of Medela breastmilk storage bottles to find them STINKING on something like acetone. Chris tried to comfort me: Maybe it will go away after sterilization. Well, it didn’t. After I boiled the bottles for 10 minutes (as recommended) the water and the pot took on the smell! I was ready to kill someone. Right now, they are “airing” out, but seriously, should I really believe that airing it out will get rid of this sh!t?

Baby toys are another one. I am supposed to give my child teething toys. Let’s see, what are my options. Well, there’s the polyvinyl chloride, made soft with something called phthalates and I get to mess up his hormonal and reproductive parts. Or maybe I should stick with hard plastic, or polyvinyl chloride made hard with lead, a neurotoxin? Or I am to believe that there is a safe bladi-bla-free man-made thing out there?

I’m not buying it anymore, they lost me. I despise everything my great-great grandmother wouldn’t recognize. Period. I’ve been applying this principle to food as Michael Pollan meant it, but now I’m wondering about using it on other stuff, especially baby toys. We’ll have imagination in concert with sticks, rocks and maybe twine…. Oh, that we could!

Dearest Christian,

I adore you. The weight of your little body makes me think of heaven. Then there is your special little smell and the most kissable cheeks: they kill me. I’m all over you all the time. When you close your eyes I can’t help but stare at your face, to hell with chores and work and the telephone. My sweet.

This week you overcame a cold with fever and a runny nose. You learned to breathe through your mouth a little. And then snored. When friends came over, you laughed and laughed. And today, for the first time ever, you fell asleep for a nap, all by yourself. I didn’t intend this, but you did it all by yourself and I’m so proud of you.

Sweet dreams baby.

Christian Winter

Ten weeks later, at 2.5 months, we’re doing as well as I expected. And I expected nothing but the best. But it wasn’t without challenges. Here’s a little catalog.

Breastfeeding: The first 10 or so days were awful. Think vice grips. Christian Winter was, for a short while, renamed to Torturer. But quitting was out of question. Now we’re pros, I can walk around like an Amazonian woman with him eating in the sling.

Elimination: It’s hard to tell how things will develop, but we’ve established some grounds for potty independence. At least few times a day, the boy pees and poops in the bathroom when we take him. He’s diaper free for a part of the day and we have fewer of those things to wash or throw away. We mostly use cloth diapers though while out, we do use the disposable ones (Seventh Generation brand).

Sleeping: This is as well as it can be expected. There is now one nighttime waking around 2am during which all three of us are in state of light sleep and multitasking, Christian eating, me feeding and Chris listening if he’s needed. But I’m still as sleepy as I can be and really should be doing that now instead of this…

I looked forward to my prenatal exam on Wednesday: it would be part of a day-long party/event my midwife throws at her office every so often. There would be food, other pregnant moms, and a special guest; so lots of fun pre and post exam. But shortly after the midwife felt around my belly, figuring out the baby’s position, I got some bad news. The baby was breech! I was stunned.  Things had been going so well: I felt super healthy and capable, I had the best midwife ever, and everything was perfect (well, almost everything: Chris stubbornly refused to get a birthing pool despite my pleas). This breech thing was impossible - it shouldn’t be happening to me. Just to confirm her findings and to see if there was anything else we should know about (such as the cord being wrapped around the baby’s neck), the midwife sent me to the hospital for a sonogram. Chris met me there, loving the high drama we were suddenly in. His glee was contagious, and soon we were frolicking about while filling out forms and getting coffee at the hospital shop. The sonogram confirmed our midwife’s findings: our baby boy was breech.

That night, we made arrangements for me to see an acupuncturist and we went to Applewood for dinner. This was to be our last one as a carefree couple…

I worked from home on Thursday, taking breaks to lay with my feet up the wall and in the afternoon went for acupuncture, all attempts to turn the baby head down. The midwife would see me on Friday or Monday to do it manually if the natural way didn’t work out.

After my appointment, I went to yoga though I was planning to skip it. Thursdays are Chris’ rehearsal nights so it would have been a long and lonely evening at home otherwise. On the way back from yoga, just as the F train was approaching my station, I felt a pretty serious cramp that made me arch my back. I chuckled to myself, thinking how the man across from me probably thought I was about to give birth right there, but, ha ha ha, I still had more than a week to go. People can be so dramatic, making such assumptions…

At home, I watched The Office and 30 Rock and still felt an occasional cramp, still not thinking them to be anything serious. I did voicemail Chris with the “I’m sure it’s nothing but I’ve been feeling some pains, wondering when you’ll be home” message. Then for kicks, I decided to track the timings, as these pains did appear to come at intervals. They were also getting stronger and, to me, more hateful: if this was labor then these pains meant a c-section because of the breech. Around that time, I got a strong urge to wash the dishes that were piled up in the sink, even though I had felt very tired just moments ago.

Chris showed up around midnight. I was rinsing the dishes pausing for, let’s face it, contractions.

- Hon, we need to move the washer out of the bathroom - I tell him.

- OK, will you help me?

In answer, a contraction sends me to my hands and knees. He grabs the washer and takes it away. I’m back on my feet, rinsing the final glass. I have it in mind to tackle the bathroom next. Chris comes back, and soon I’m back on the floor.

- Can I do something? Tell me what can I do… — he asks and attempts to massage my lower back as we were taught in our birth class.

- No, there isn’t anything you can do, I don’t have any back pain. — I wonder if he’ll think I’m crazy if I ask him this but then he reads my mind…

- Should I vacuum?

- YES! Vacuum!

And so passeth our early labor time, my contractions at 10 minutes apart on average.

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Even though I’d been in labor since probably 8:30pm on Thursday night, both Chris and I were in denial about it. All we ever heard is that first time moms usually go later than the due date, they can labor for days before giving birth and there exists something (so-)called “false” labor. We had every right to be suspect of whatever was going on. Since we didn’t want to be the kind of couple that would go to the hospital only to be sent back home, we held off calling our doula and the midwife until about 1am on Friday.

It was actually pretty comical: here I was, in very serious labor pains, but Chris and I are evaluating and re-evaluating if this is IT and is it really the time to make the phone calls. No surprise that his call to the doula went something like this: “Hi, it’s Chris of Chris and Alisa. We’re sure it’s nothing but Alisa is experiencing pretty regular pains. I wouldn’t be calling, as I’m sure it’s nothing, but the baby is breech and we thought we needed to let you know.” The doula was less unsure, “Call the midwife!”

“Aye, aye, aye” said the midwife. She’d try and turn the baby (the procedure called external version) but was missing some information from the hospital. Hoping these 10 minute contractions would last until tomorrow, she directed us to have some wine and try to sleep. Oh, and to call her if anything changes. Chris was super excited with these directions, sleepy as he was. We had our wine and went to bed. As with all best laid plans, ours went awry. The pesky contractions decided to speed up to about 4 minutes apart. True to our modus operandi, we let those go on for 2 hours before calling her again. During that time, the pain was getting stronger and I vomited, once in the toilet, the second time, overtaken by the pain, into the folds of my robe.

- Hi, it’s Chris of Chris and Alisa. It looks like the contractions are now at 4 minutes apart, for quite some time now.

- Well that’s a change! I’m coming over and we’ll try to turn him.

Twenty minutes later, she was here. I was 3cm dilated. She set me up on pillows and, between my contractions, proceeded to maneuver the baby from the outside. Let’s just be clear on one thing: this external version was not a painless procedure and I was almost relieved when in the middle of it my waters broke.

It was the time to transfer to the hospital and the midwife called for a pow-wow. I was at 7cm.

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-Alright - we need to talk, she said, making eye contact with each of us individually. We need to make a decision and we need to move quickly.

We both knew what was coming - we were going to the hospital. Earlier that evening, Chris and I had a tiny conversation and had come to terms with hospital transfer, and even I was surprised how calmly I accepted the idea.

- What are our options?, Chris said.

- You don’t want a section, right, she said

- No… I can’t imagine moving right now. And it’s so nice here.

After a moment or two of quiet contemplation…

- Well, we can proceed with home birth, if you’d like, and see how things develop. I can call a colleague of mine to come over and assist.

There were a lot of factors that were in our favor for proceeding with our plan for birth at home - the labor was moving VERY quickly. We knew the cord wasn’t wrapped around the baby’s neck and she would be monitoring the baby’s heart rate for any signs of distress.

- I’d like to stay.

I looked at Chris expectantly.

- Then we’ll stay here, he said. I wanted to kiss him.

My contractions continued and the midwife talked me through them, stroking my belly gently when they happened. In the meantime, she had phoned her colleague and our doula came as well. We found our way to the bathroom, my favorite room in the house at this time, and I sat on toilet. Through haze I heard the midwife say “She’s in transition.” I should say now that I was full of doubt. Breech births are stigmatized and I was afraid of the pain and of the possibility of it. Additionally, the midwife told me not to push even if I felt like it. This seemed impossible. The prescription was to have Chris coach me in breathing air through my mouth instead of pushing. This worked, to my surprise, and he was a great focal point for me.

Of course, I had a small panic attack when suddenly my body started pushing. I made a low but loud grunting sound, scared. Then from the kitchen I heard “Beautiful!” from the second midwife and miraculously most of my fear dissipated. So this is right, it’s how I should feel and react! It made so much difference that from then on I didn’t really worry about anything anymore.

We soon moved to the bedroom, around 7am on Friday morning and daylight. This was clearly the time to push and that I did. I was leaning over the bottom edge of bed, Chris on the bed, and we were facing each other holding hands. The baby’s bottom crowned but that gave me very little hope, knowing that the worst was yet to come. The midwives had me change positions a few times (standing, squatting, sitting - depending on the progress of the baby) only to have me end up on my back, holding onto Chris sitting above me. I worked really hard for a long time but there were no results: the baby was not budging. One midwife told me to stop grunting and put that vocal energy to work instead. After that I was quiet, but still nothing. I started to lose hope. The thing was not moving. Chris, on the other hand, was full of life and hope and encouragement and kept telling me nice things. It was encouraging to see one bright face in the room: the midwives weren’t happy with the progress either. And so they said: “We may have to transfer. We’ll try for another 20 minutes, and if we don’t see a change, we’ll be going.” They also sent our doula to rummage through our mess and pack a hospital bag for me.

The thought of going to the hospital gave me a sense of relief, but at the same time, I could not picture it happening, not now, not after all of this and not with this baby sticking out of me. I now realized that I had been holding back a little, probably because initially I was told not to push. With this “threat” of hospital in the air, I entered a trance-like state where nothing but this purely physical thing of pushing mattered. Consequently, before the doula could find her way around our stuff, the midwives excitedly announced that they saw our baby’s sacrum and we were good now. This could happen. I forgot to mention that through the whole labor, the midwife would intermittently listen to baby’s heart with this handheld doppler machine. It was like the sound of a galloping horse and it was strong throughout. Once the sacrum showed and they knew for sure that the head could come as well, the galloping horse wasn’t as strong and I could tell that my midwife worried a tad. But at this point, it was just up to me and the work ahead. I can’t recall how many more pushes it took. I could hear them encouraging and advising me and I did heed what I heard. There wasn’t much more to worry about. With every pushing contraction I would hear excited midwives. It was going well, but I still had very little hope, only my trust in them. And then it happened, I was bearing down like never before, longer than ever before and I felt this huge enormous thing pressing downward and moving and finally out of me. I could hardly believe it but it was over, I gave birth to my son! Friday, November 21, 2008, 9:41am.

CK here - What an expereience! I’m not sure what I was expecting when it came to the big day. When would it happen? How would it actually happen? I can be squeamish when it comes to blood - would I pass out? Would I be any help at all? In the end, all I can say is that it happened the way it did. It was exhilarating! What a joy bringing this crazy being into the world- in our home with the morning light beaming through the windows of the 4th floor. While Alisa got examined post birth, I got the chance to take the boy through the house, show him where he’d be staying and introduce him to the cats. I’d look him in the eye and ask him where he’d come from? What was it like there? I’m your dad and we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together. Winter just looked up at me with those brand new eyes. What a joy!

Christian Winter Bruza Koch

Christian Winter Bruza Koch, born on November 21, 2008 at 9:41am, weighing 8 pounds. He was born at home in Brooklyn, as planned,  despite the odds we had running against us that night. Mom and dad were both caught by surprise because we expected him at Thanksgiving.

More pictures and maybe a full story later…

“Hey, you know you’re having a boy, right!!!??? No, SERIOUSLY! She’s gonna have a boy!”

Living in our tony park slope neighborhood, residents will nod or smile or hold doors for a pregnant lady. Some will strike up a conversation and offer any advice they can to a new mother. Walking in downtown Brooklyn, folks are a little more vocal. Generally Latinos or men from the islands in strong accents…

(larger, dark skinned man with headphones on - dark jacket and mlb cap on sideways - keeping to himself leaning against a wall - comes to life when Alisa walks past and takes off his headphones quickly…)

“Hey!! You know it’s a boy, RIGHT? No, I’m SERIOUS! Look at her, you can TELL!!!”

Not 5 minutes later, we’re walking on Flatbush Ave., after dark. A black man in a parka walks past and stops short right before Alisa…

“Oh! You’re having a BOY!! You must be so proud! You can tell, you know? Look at how she walks - she walks UP! Her face held up high to the universe. It’s true!”

I’m perhaps most surprised that young kids of 18 or so are stopping us and telling us the sex of our child. I guess I figure it’s quite possible that these kids already have first hand knowledge of these things - I certainly never thought about these things before this year.

My mom told me the sex of our child even before I shared our sonogram news with her. She told me, “You don’t have to tell me, I already know.” Intuitive dreams figure very prominently on my mom’s side of the family, and she already had a vision of our baby boy. Alisa’s mom also had a premonition of Alisa’s pregnancy before we told her. There’s a lot that goes on in this world that is not black and white on paper.

“…U.F.O.’s, astral projection, mental telepathy, ESP, clairvoyance, spirit photography, full-trance mediums, telekinetic movement, black and/or white magic, pyramidology, the theory of Atlantis, the Loch Ness Monster… spooks, spectres, wraiths, geists, ghosts?”

Oh BOY…

And here’s visual proof of our impending boy child - note Alisa’s torpedo-like profile - proof she’s carrying a boy

When I first developed an awareness and got set on choosing my OB/GYN (and all signs pointed to Eden Fromberg), I didn’t realize how lucky I would get. First, Eden advocated home birth. Second, she suggested I do prenatal yoga. And those two things set the course of my pregnancy.

I’ve been taking prenatal yoga classes at Lila Yoga (Eden is the founder) from my 8th week of pregnancy, twice a week (mostly). I don’t know how well I can describe the benefits I got from yoga except to say that I feel ready. And I would think that is the greatest endorsement.

Here’s my own imperfect version of the prenatal “Sun Salutation” we do at Lila (video engineered by Chris, from photo stills):

And then there are morning walks in Prospect Park, 3 miles at least 4 times a week (upping it as the B-day approaches). As the year progressed, I got more and more inspired. And who wouldn’t: the park is just beautiful this time of the year!

In the last few weeks we attended two different vaccination talks. One was from Tribeca Pediatrics, taking a pro-vaccine approach, and the other one, the opposing view, from Dr. Lawrence Palevsky, given at Real Birth. There was so much information at both these sessions and this little account won’t do them full justice. This is just what we managed to retain:

Why to vaccinate?

Vaccines have improved the lives of people since they were first introduced. The incidences of diseases have been so greatly reduced that we are getting complacent about them and have turned our worry on the side effects of vaccines rather than the dangers of the diseases they prevent. This is a luxury that will go away if the majority of people stop vaccinating and epidemics emerge.

While most of the diseases we vaccinate against aren’t all that dangerous, they can be fatal or can cause lasting problems (brain damage, sterility). While there are side effects to vaccines, the link between autism and MMR vaccine is unsubstantiated.

Vaccine ingredients are all necessary. For example, aluminum makes a vaccine work better. Compared to the amount of aluminum ingested in our everyday lives, the quantity injected through a vaccine is much less. There is no longer any mercury (thimerosal) in vaccines (and some never carried it).

New York State law requires it. Children can’t go to public schools unless they are up to date with vaccines.

Why not to vaccinate?

Ascribing the decline in contagious diseases only to vaccines diminishes the socio-economic factors that have contributed to this decline. The quality of life has improved. For example, incidences of diphtheria steadily fell after the vaccinations started in 1920, but so did incidences of yellow and scarlet fever without vaccinations.

We carry trillions of bacteria and viruses in our bodies: micro-organisms do not necessarily come from the outside but live in us as well. We vaccinate against 26 of them (though the number keeps rising). New diseases will be born out of this imbalance - other strands of a virus or bacterium that are not immunized against rise to fill the void. When the body has an opportunity to fight off a disease, it acquires a full cellular immunity to it. Antibodies, acquired by vaccination, are just one part of this immunity and that immunity is incomplete.

Being sick and letting the body do the work of fighting off a disease also affects children developmentally. A high fever fights an infection and helps in the ‘pruning’ of older brain cells. Post sickness, it’s been noted that children experience growth spurts both mentally and physically (for example, a child is found to talk or walk better than before).

One in 5 American children have some kind of developmental delay, autism being just one of them. Our vaccination rates are the highest in the world and they correspond to high atopic disorders such as allergies, lupus, asthma.

Vaccine ingredients include heavy metals, animal serum and known neuro-toxins (i.e. formaldehyde and some others). While it’s true that we do ingest or inhale heavy metals in food and air naturally, injecting them into the bloodstream exposes our bodies more directly. The body has natural filters such as the skin, the mucous membranes, and the digestive system. Injecting a vaccine directly into the bloodstream bypasses all of them. The vaccine additive polysorbate 80 enables a virus injected into the bloodstream to easily pass into the brain, bypassing important natural barriers.

A notorious example of vaccine composition is the original polio vaccine invented in the 1950s. The polio virus was cultivated on shredded monkey kidneys, then made inactive by dunking in formaldehyde, and then the mash was made into vaccines. But the monkey kidneys bestowed this mash with something called SV40 (simian virus 40) which also got injected into people, millions of them. SV40 has been found to cause brain cancer. (Of course, there are studies that show that this monkey virus has no effect on people, but beware of statistics). This was in the past, right? Well, as late as 1999, this virus was found in the blood of a vaccinated child or two, during an autopsy…

What are we going to do?

Read. Think. Pray.

On our reading list:

The Vaccine Book: Making the Right Decision for Your Child, by Robert Sears

The vaccination dilemma, edited by Murphy, Christine.

Recommended by Tribeca Pediatrics

Summary of Notifiable Diseases, United States, 2006: http://www.cdc.gov/mmwr/summary.html

Possible Side-effects from Vaccines: http://www.cdc.gov/vaccines/vac-gen/side-effects.htm

Afzal, M.A. (2006). Absence of detectable measles virus genome sequence in blood of autistic children who have had their MMR vaccination during the routine childhood immunization schedule of UK . Journal of Medical Virology, 78, 623-630.

and more…

Recommended by Dr. Palevsky

Vaccines and Their Specific Ingredients: http://www.informedchoice.info

Fear of the Invisible, Janine Roberts (book)

The Virus and the Vaccine, Debbie Bookchin and Jim Schumacher (book)

Research by Boyd Haley.

and more…

Week 37 belly

We are full term!