Can I say, as a mother, I hate immunizations? I do it, and think they are probably good - though I really haven't thought much about it in the general course of things. However, I reexamine my position every time we take one of the kids in for 'baby shots'. Or, as they get older, 'school shots.' We have two Type 1 diabetics in the house, so it's not like I am uncomfortable around needles, but I am uncomfortable around them when they are aimed at a baby's backside. My baby's backside. During and after which, said baby screams like he's been abandoned and has never been loved.
I am too much of a coward to go against the tidal wave of public opinion and exempt my child from the immunizations, because, you know...what if? But now it's Noah Ben's turn with the pokey, and I think I can't go through it again. This is number 5, but in baby shots, that's like 8,000. So, I think, just this once, I'll sit this one out. No reprieve for Noah Ben, I'll just send him with dad. That way, he'll never know I agreed with the whole thing behind his back. 'What's wrong? Dad took you where? They did what? Oh, that's terrible. Here's some kisses on your fat baby cheeks." Problem solved.
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