Sunday, 23 June 2013

I'm pro-vaccination...so sue me.

Something that has become a hot topic in recent years and is very close to my heart is the issue of immunization. I have found myself becoming increasingly outspoken on this contentious topic and I stand firmly resolute in my opinions and beliefs. I find it extremely disturbing and frightening how many families refuse to vaccinate their children because of fear mongering tactics used by lobbyist groups whom I will not name. 
My father who I love very dearly, contracted Polio when he was a child. When he came down with the illness my great grandfather carried him into hospital. He endured painful physio therapy and was lucky enough to avoid having to have calipers fitted like so many others at the time. My grandfather would carry him along the beach every day to get him out. My father walks with a slight limp, which is barely noticeable to most, but one leg is slightly smaller than the other. My father is able to look at his two daughters and know that because of the Polio vaccine we will never know his suffering. He is able to look at all of his grandchildren and know they will never know that suffering. He is a walking reminder of why vaccines are so important. To dismiss vaccines like this is to make a mockery of those who have suffered. My parents and grandparents witnessed plagues of diseases that we will hopefully never see again. 
My dad is also a man who believes in facts and evidence that science and medicine are able to provide. I am very much my fathers daughter in this respect. I cannot believe that people are so dismissive of the tireless work and study that doctors and scientists do in order to save our lives. All medical procedures carry a risk, we know that. Walking across a road involves risk too, but we still do that. I am personally very grateful to live in this day and age of modern medicine. I am able to benefit from all the amazing scientific and medical feats and so are my children. 
Sadly we live in a high risk area where 'informed' parents choose not to vaccinate. Yes parents should be able to make these choices, but they should be making them based on facts and evidence, not hogwash and hearsay. When people start spouting statistics on the links between the MMR and Autism, you can be reassured by the fact that the Doctor involved was struck off the medical register because his study was found to be fraudulent and he stood to make millions from his own diagnostic kits. This study was debunked and removed from the medical journals, and yet it still rears its ugly head because it has permeated the brains and conscience of so many people.
The sad thing is, is that there are people in the community who are not able to be vaccinated because of medical reasons, so they rely heavily on the rest of us to do the right thing so they don't contract a preventable disease, and in some cases this can be fatal. 
I find it ridiculously hilarious that most of these anti-vaxxers are from wealthier backgrounds who are the first ones to jump on the climate change bandwagon. So they believe one set of scientists but not the others? These people have also benefited from modern medicine throughout their lives and now choose to deny their children? Are we to head back to the dark ages where people like Da Vinci and Galileo were ostracized by the church for their scientific and mathematical findings? Surely not. Society cannot be that blind, or can it?
The misuse of the Internet has also played a huge role in this saga, and we are all guilty of it. We jump on to Google and look up symptoms and make our own diagnosis from there. This is so dangerous. If I am ever concerned about my child's health or any member of my family, we go to our GP and in extreme cases we head straight to hospital, because I am not a doctor. My motto is always the age old adage 'It's better to be safe than sorry.' 
For me, it was never an issue. I never questioned immunizing Molly, because I wanted to give her the best fighting chance at life. If that makes me a bad parent, in these anti-vaxxers eyes then so be it. To me, a bad parent is someone willing to expose their children to diseases that can be potentially fatal and advising others to do the same and that fluids and bed rest will cure these conditions.
When it comes to public health and safety, we as a community should feel obliged to do the right thing by each other. This is my opinion. 

Friday, 21 June 2013

A long time between takes...

Walking with Nain
Well it's been a an extended absence from me and much has happened in past 9 months. Where to start?! Firstly, my husband and I took Molly to Wales and the UK in November last year to meet her grandparents.  It was an adventure to say the least. My in-laws live in the magnificent region of North Wales on the island of Anglesey. It truly is magical countryside. Molly adored her Nain and Grandpa and was spoiled rotten.
Outside the Doctor Who Experience - Cardiff
We even got to spend a few days in Reading catching up with friends. On our way back to Anglesey we did a detour and took Molly to the Doctor Who Experience in Cardiff. She was swept away with excitement, as were Jon and I  hahaha! She shrieked in horror when a full sized Dalek came at us but once it was over she was quick to say she wanted to do it all over again.


Britain's Smallest House - Conwy
My hubby and I got a day to ourselves and went to the cinema to see Skyfall. We had lunch beforehand, at which point I told my husband that I thought I might be a little 'late', at which point he smiled and we rushed to the nearest store to get a pregnancy test. I did the test before we went into the movie and low and behold we were expecting baby number 2! Jon was overjoyed, he couldn't stop smiling and crying. He said to me, "I got Bond and a baby in one day!"...that's a true man hahaha! So we got to share our news with Jon's family first this time which was lovely and so exciting. We took Molly to see so many wonderful things, including Conwy Castle and Britain's Smallest House. One of our favourite places was my brother in-laws home in Conwy. He and his fiance have a farm with pigs as well as many other animals. But one piggy in particular was loved by all. He name was Polly and she was the piglet that snuck out so none of the other piglets saw and got let into the house. She would sit on the couch with us and the dog. Now as much as I loved Polly, my heart truly belonged to Tessa the Staffy. She was a delightful animal and Molly and I fought over who loved her more. It was a wonderful time and ended far too quickly.
Polly the pig and Sushi the cat
Goodbyes are never easy and saying goodbye to my husbands parents and family was a difficult task. With heavy hearts we said goodbye and boarded our planes....yes plural. So we had a 2 hour drive to Manchester first then a 30 min flight to Heathrow where we had a 4 hour layover and then we flew to Hong Kong and then on to Sydney. Now flying with a 2 year old is never going to be easy, but with our two year old it was one of the worst experiences of my life. My morning sickness kicked in a day before we left so I was in fine form. Molly actually did fairly well on the flight to London and then slept for most of the flight to Hong Kong, however she woke about 2 hours before we landed and was not in a good way. She just wanted to sit with me, however we were gearing up to land and she had to sit in her seat with a seat belt on. She screamed and screamed no matter how much we tried to calm her down. At one point a younger gentlemen sat behind us shouted "for God's sake, be quiet!", at which point my husband asked him if he wanted a smack in the face and also asked "do you have a 2 year old?" and the other guy responded with "No", to which Jonathan told him to shut up with a few other choice words. I was beside myself. Molly was distraught and crying, I was crying and my husband was in protective daddy/hubby mode. Needless to say the gentleman was moved on the continuing flight to Sydney. Many passengers told us that my husband had done the right thing by speaking up and that the other gentleman had been way out of line. This somewhat settled our nerves a little. Landing in Sydney was a huge relief.

Molly, Tealk and my bump
So 9 months later I am sat here writing this feeling like a walrus, however I have been lucky this time round and haven't gained nearly as much weight as I did with Molly. I am 36 weeks pregnant and Molly is going to have a little sister. My emotions are all over the place, and panic stations have been reached. Molly has become increasingly clingy with me, to the point where she won't even allow the cats to sit on my lap. She has also begun throwing Olympic gold worthy tantrums. Jonathan and I are both the youngest in our families so we don't really know how Molly must be feeling with the impending arrival of her baby sister. I worry that she will feel cast aside. I have been so consumed with her that she may feel left on the outer and that makes me so sad. We will do our best to make sure that Molly is as involved as much as possible. I know that we will love our girls with all our hearts, but it really is a terrifying thing embarking on the journey of having another child. More than anything, I want my girls to have a special bond. Having a sister has been one of the greatest and most rewarding gifts in my life. My big sister was always a hero in my eyes and still is. I rely on her for advice and for her shoulders should I need them to cry on. I still recall being at my aunt's funeral and Alisse and I standing by each other the whole time, just holding each others hands, knowing that she was there to hold me up when I needed her most. I want my girls to feel that love. I know that there will be arguments at times, but I want them to have each others backs. I want Molly to inspire her little sister to be just as great as she is.