It was 4am and my first-born one-year-old daughter was limp and breathing shallowly. She had a mixture of spots all over her and a temperature of 104 degrees. I was frightened and desperate. I berated myself, “oh why had I given her the vaccine”. It was less than three days ago that my daughter had her one-year well visit when she was given the MMR and Varicella shots together and I naively hadn’t thought twice. Baruch Hashem, my daughter stabilized, but never did I ever give

It had been a long, stressful month. My son’s condition had changed from chronic to acute. That meant that they wanted us to do surgery and they wanted it done now. Either way it would be life-changing. If we went ahead with the surgery, they would be implanting something foreign in his body. If we didn’t do anything about the situation, we were facing the possibility of severe life-threatening symptoms. There were no good choices. Clearly, the one choice we needed was option

I'll never forget it. I was at the doctors office and the older, frum nurse was chatting with me. She wanted to know how many kids I had...