Tuesday, April 24, 2018

    Ronnie's Vaccine Injury Story

      A parent's worst nightmare come true

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Ronnie & Eric's Story In Pictures

When we got married, we decided to wait for a few years before we had children. When we could afford to buy our first home, we thought it was also a good time to start a family. Years passed. When Jennifer finally conceived, after months of fertility treatments, we were overjoyed.
Eric arrived on May 17, 1991. He complained loudly about his introduction to the outside world, but he was a healthy baby. He soon proved to be a very easy baby with a cheerful disposition. He developed right on schedule.
We loved our son, so we listened to the doctors who told us that he needed to be vaccinated. My wife was a nurse, so we didn't even think to question whether this was best or not. He was six months old, so it was time to start getting his shots.
Within hours of his DPT shot, our sweet, cheerful baby disappeared. He was replaced with a fussy baby who cried constantly. A large knot developed where the shot was given. This baby who had been sleeping through the night, no longer slept, but kept on waking up screaming.

I remember the first time he had a seizure in my arms. It was seven days after the vaccine. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he went completely stiff. He started turning blue. I feared he was dead. I ran for my wife. She held him, while I drove the car to the hospital. By the time we arrived, he had come out of the seizure and was crying.

The doctors couldn't figure out what had caused the seizure. A spinal tap came up normal. We were sent home the next day without any answers. The spector of Eric seizing in my arms haunted me. He continued to fuss and cry, so we took him back to the doctor. "He has an ear infection," we were told. We were given an antibiotic and returned home.



Eric's next seizure took place in church while Jennifer was giving him a bottle. At first she thought he was choking on the bottle, then she realized he was seizing. She called me, and we met at the local hospital. We were told we would have to take him to a larger facility in Mobile, Ala. He had 10 seizures during the 35 minute drive.

Eric was put on anti-seizure meds. No one could tell us what was causing the seizures. Eric spent a week in ICU. When we headed home, we still had no answers.

The meds stopped the seizures for a month. We were beginning to hope that all would be OK. Then the seizures returned. This time they lasted longer, up to five minutes at a time, and were more frequent.

I cannot describe the helplessness I felt. As I watched each seizure, I wondered how I could survive with my heart intact if it was followed by another one. It felt as though my heart was at the breaking point.

The doctors couldn't find a seizure med that Eric would respond to. His condition worsened. When the doctor told us that he didn't expect Eric to make it through the night, Jennifer and I turned to the one place we could find comfort. We went to the hospital chapel.

We were both exhausted from days without sleep. It was almost impossible to pray. We wept as Jennifer prayed, "Please, God, if you can't make him well, take him in Your arms to be with you."

I heard a voice behind me ask, "Can I pray with you?"

We said, "Yes." I can't remember the prayer, but I'll never forget the comfort I felt when he said, "Go be with your son. He will be OK." I turned to thank our comforter. No one was there. I have wondered ever since if an Angel had been there with us.

Eric went home with us two days later. I thanked God! We still had no answers. The best theory the doctor could suggest was that Eric had a brain degenerative disease and a life expectancy of possibly two years. We asked if the vaccine could be connected with his problems. We were told that was impossible.

Going home involved learning how to manage the seizures, not that they were gone. Eric had only been home a week before they returned. We had O2 in one hand and suction in the other. The neurologist told us to keep a journal to record Eric's responses to the different seizure meds and doses. We started taking turns staying up all night so we could keep the records.

Having to leave Jennifer alone with Eric so I could go to work was so hard. Some days she would cry as I went out the door. We both knew I had to work to pay the bills, but that didn't make being responsible any easier. I don't know what we would have done if her family hadn't come to help us.  

Here's our Eric on his 18th birthday. He's the size of a five-year old (only 45 lbs.), with the mental capabilities of an infant. We've put up this site so other children and their parents don't have to experience this heartbreak because of vaccine injury.
Occasions for stumbling are bound to come, but woe to anyone by whom they come! Jesus