Our journey and how we got here

*This is our story of how we got to the point we are at with Micah and his diagnosis. It does involve information on vaccines and vaccine injury, because they are a big part of our story. I am aware that the vaccine debate is a very hot topic; however it is part of our story and I do not run from it like it is shameful. I do not have fear that someone reading this will judge me and my family for our decisions. But never the less it is part of how we got where we are today.



our story-from a momma’s perspective:



By the time I had hit 38 weeks I was ready for Micah to come. Although I loved the feeling of his tiny body stretch and hiccup inside me; he was beginning to take up so much of my stomach I could barely breathe. I had Braxton Hicks contractions for weeks, and I was ready. When my midwife, said to head over to the hospital for induction at 39 weeks, I could not have been happier. They started the Pitocin and let my real productive labor begin. I remember the sense of calm I had all afternoon. Ready to meet my son, ready to give Cole his first son that we had created. A feeling I think most men revel in, the moment they look into the eyes of a miniature version of themselves; living out every detail of the things they will teach them…in so many ways it is what we as parents live for. Most of the rest of the night seems a blur, I was always delivered naturally without pain medication, Micah was no different. 

       The endorphin release in the body sometimes causes the events to all slur together. So my memory of times, and exact detail is very foggy. I remember sitting on the toilet, which was such a form of pressure relief for me, and feeling as if he was about to tear me open. I quietly prayed, “Father let this be about over, I do not know how much more I can take.” I really think God complied because at my next trip back to the bed, my midwife checked me to tell me I was an 8, and she sat beside me to labor through the last few contractions with me before I was complete. I was terrified. I always am when I deliver, I pull so deep inside myself that no one usually senses my fear. I always appear focused and calm, inside I am always praying, “just let everything be ok.” In my history of babies I have delivered 4 preemies, 2 of which went an hour and a half away to the closest NICU. I opened my eyes to see the room filled with loved ones, we had a large group for Micah’s arrival: my mom, Cole’s mom, my sister, my oldest daughter, my brother (in the hall), two nurses, a student nurse and my midwife. When it was time to push it seemed to take forever for him to crown! Baby number 7 should not have taken so long! As his head crowned, it was coming out with his ear towards the ceiling, so the widest part of his skull was attempting to pass. This is called oblique lie, his spine was angled towards my left side. He also had the cord wrapped around his neck. As a result when he finally slide out and they placed him in my arms, his face was purple from the bruising that had begun to form. He was fine despite the bruising. But inside I knew this would mean a high billirubin level, but I hoped he would not have to stay at the hospital without me. They cleaned him up, gave him his vitamin K shot (which I never questioned, and they never explained, even though I signed a consent form) and returned him to our arms.



Everyone was elated, photo’s taken, and Cole beamed like someone had given him a million dollars. I was proud and exhausted. When everyone went home and Micah and I were alone together in our room, I looked at him and began to introduce myself. I sang to him, I kissed his gorgeous cupid bow lips. I grinned and cried at the glory of what I just did as the intense love overflowing from my heart into every cell of my body began. I made promises to protect him, to raise him to be a Godly man, that would be respected, I swore no one and nothing would hurt him. This was that magical moment that makes the labor worth it. There is nothing like the emotions of those first few hours after your baby is born. Nothing can top those feelings. Sitting her typing this, forcing those memories back, I feel joy and sorrow. Joy at the memories of his tiny face soaking in every detail of my face in our quiet time, and sorrow that I could not protect him.





I remember them coming in with him the next day, and stating he had received his Hep B injection, again, I never asked about it, just signed the consent. Here is where I have back track a bit, I have always questioned immunization safety, and as a Christian had some moral questions as well. But I never asked those questions. I lived in fear that if I didn’t do it, someone could take my child from me. I had a friend whose children had been damaged by vaccines and I knew there were exemptions, I was just too afraid to ask the questions that I should have asked before that first injection was given at the hospital, I should have followed my gut.

Micah stayed at the hospital for a week after I was discharged, due to hyperbillirubin. My normal pediatrician was on vacation, so my old pediatrician was covering for her. He kept saying he did not understand why Micah’s jaundice was so severe. He just kept saying it must have been the bruising from the trauma of birth… I would question him, he had no answers. Finally Micah was able to come home.

Micah grew wonderfully, he was intelligent, spoke early, met all his mile stones early as well. He was the sweetest, cutest kid ever. I made sure he received every vaccine on time, but the first two sets of shots caused uncontrollable crying and fevers; he went to every well baby check up and we were happy and healthy, for the most part. Micah had more colds then his older sister did, he had ear aches every time he would teeth. He could say quite a few words by 18 months, he walked early and crawled early too. He was a typical boy, full of energy. He was very loving, and gave kisses quickly to his siblings and to mom and dad. He loved, his grandpa and daddy the best though, I have to admit, he has ALWAYS been a daddy’s and grandpa’s boy! 


Around the time he received his MMR, I noticed some subtle differences, I never said anything to Cole. I didn’t say anything to anyone, I think I was afraid to say anything, I thought it was my imagination. I thought I was just spooked; in fact this is the first time I have ever opened up about these things. He stopped saying certain words. And began to arch his back away from me and his sisters when we would hold him. He seemed to be freely loving with dad. But different with me, so I never thought much of it. I mentioned it once to his pediatrician and she said it may just be a phase.

By two he had developed obsessions for certain clothes and shoes, and would only wear those certain items, he stopped eating foods he used to eat easily, and began to only eat a select few items. He hated his hair and nails cut now, where it never bothered him before, he would say it scared him, or it hurt. He covered his ears when I would vacuum and began to look away when I would be face to face with him during conversation. He hated to have wet hands, and condensation on his sippie cup would send him into a tail spin.

In May of 2011, I gave birth to Micah’s baby sister Mikayla. He loved her and didn’t seem to display much jealousy over her arrival. In fact I don’t remember him being phased at all at first. After a few weeks he seemed to act out a little here or there. But it seemed delayed. All my other kids were immediately jealous upon the arrival of a new baby. Micah seemed to take longer to realize she was there. By this point I began to notice Micah’s food issues getting worse, along with his clothing issues and he added frequent melt downs to the pot. Not the typical melt downs kids have when they don’t get their way, but unexplainable, out of nowhere melt downs. They could last a few minutes, and they could last days. I began to research Sensory Processing Disorder, after he projectile vomited when I put mashed potatoes and broccoli to his lips. Without even biting down or opening his mouth he threw up. A few days before I had seen the show “My Strange Addictions” and the nutritionist on the show had discussed Sensory Processing Disorder when it came to foods; a light came on those short few days later when Micah vomited.







Oddly he had TONS of symptom on the list. For those of you who are curious what some of them are check out this website for a list of symptoms: Here

I talked to his pediatrician then she agreed there was some sensory issues and suggested seeing a local child psychiatrist after he turned 4, because she didn’t take children under 3 years old.

We went on with our lives and we tried to adjust to the fact Micah could not help his little quirks as weird as they could be sometimes. During this small frame of time, things began to open up in me, and things began to make some sense. At Mikayla’s 8 week checkup she received her first DTAP vaccine along with her second Hep B. She immediately stiffened, and screamed then became oddly quiet. For the next two weeks she would scream uncontrollably, she would vomit, and spike a fever from out of nowhere, she would become inconsolable then settle into a blank stare while I nursed her. It literally scared the crap out of me. I talked to one of my best friends, about it and she said, “Kris you need to do some vaccine research, this sounds like an adverse reaction.” Thinking back I remembered Micah having a very similar reaction to the first two sets. I got on line and looked at some links she gave me. I began to research everything I could get my hands on.

At Mikayla’s next appointment I told her pediatrician I wasn’t sure I wanted to continue her immunizations. Not without further research. Her doctor was well aware of her reaction to the first set, and stated it sounded like she reacted to the DTAP. Yes, my ped said it sounded like a vaccine reaction. That is a rare, rare occurrence. The more I read the more I understood my gut feelings from all these years. I was injecting my children with things that ARE NOT supposed to be in the human body, and with things that could kill you. I went to the CDC website and downloaded the list of shots, their schedule and the ingredients and googled every one. I was horrified.

Mikayla’s reaction is not rare. One I every 15 doses reacts this way. When a child reacts this way to one set, they will usually continue to react this way. It is caused by the swelling of the child’s brain.

I then discovered something else the Vitamin K given in hospitals which is given to prevent bleeding/hemorrhage in newborns can cause hyperbilirubin in newborns that have birth trauma as well as heighten their chances for Leukemia. You can read about this here: here and here

A light switch went on in my head. Was this what caused the extensive bilirubin issue in Micah? Then I was faced with the question of why on earth were my children vaccinated against Hep B, a sexually transmitted disease? None of my older children were. I was not, nor was Cole infected with Hep B, how on earth could my child contract it? They were 24 hours old when injected. The side effects of the Hep B shot are horrifying , so why the heck did I risk them for something they could not contract? And why wasn’t I told the horrors of the reactions? You can read about Hep B reactions here: here and here

As I continued to read, I was in tears. Vaccines are so important to keep our children and us as adults from disease, but why are we immunizing every child with the same dose, without seeing if they need it or are predisposed to any types of illness related to immunization reactions? Why aren’t we being shown package inserts? Why aren’t we being told the truth? Why did we go from 23 injections in 1983 to anywhere from 42-60 some now depending on the state? Why isn’t informed consent really informed consent when it comes to immunizations? Informed consent means: Consent by a patient to a surgical or medical procedure or participation in a clinical study after achieving an understanding of the relevant medical facts and the risks involved. I was NEVER told there were any risks, other than fever, muscle soreness, etc. and the only thing those forms they gave me said about anything else was that severe reactions would be crying uncontrollably for more than 2 hours call your physician. But they never said why that happens, Or what could cause it. I was angry…I was furious. I was trying to protect my child and I find out I have been injecting them, with yes the disease, but formaldehyde, anti freeze, aluminum, mercury, thermisol, aborted fetal tissue, pig and cow cells, chicken embryo cells, monkey liver cells, and the list goes on. See the chart and ingredient list here:here


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As time progressed Micah began to show symptoms of more than Sensory Processing Disorder and our lives have been invaded by a little boy that is now presenting signs of high functioning Asperger Syndrome. How did this happen? How did he go from the baby he was, to this? Don’t get me wrong, he is amazing, I adore him, he is one of the eight most precious gifts God has given me. But God gave them to me to protect. Did I really do that with him? With Mikayla?

After a lot of time, and discussion with our pediatrician, and after one horrible melt down that lasted two days. We decided to have him tested. We are in that process now. I have read and researched and discussed this with many people who see these things everyday and it appears that these vaccines meant to protect them have damaged them. It breaks my heart. My children are damaged because I tried to protect them. Had we continued Mikayla’s immunizations she may have become like Micah, placing somewhere on the Autism spectrum. She may have been far worse and become none verbal. But the worst case scenario and it happens every year, she could have been dead. I have 8 children, 5 of which are fully vaccinated, 2 are partially and will never be fully, 1 that has 1 set and will never be vaccinated again. I have 1 child with acid reflux, 1 with asthma and allergies, 1 with dyslexia, 1 with mild ADD, 1 with horrible allergies, and two damaged enough to know it was the vaccines. I have only 1 of 8 that seem to be unaffected. But here is the thing, she has only had 1 set. However vaccine injury leads to acid reflux, asthma, and allergy problems as well as ADD and dyslexia.

If I had it to do over again I would have wanted informed consent. True informed consent. I would have wanted to have known I had a choice. As a Christian I am prolife. Have always been, yet many of the vaccines I injected into my children were harvested on aborted fetal tissue. I never knew this, I was never told this. I had to find it, after my child was damaged. I cannot teach my children abortion is wrong, then stick aborted babies cells into them. Even the Catholic church has religious exemptions against those immunizations harvested this way. If you are Catholic, did you know that? I bet most do not.

Don’t get me wrong, I am NOT against vaccines. They DO save lives. I am against the garbage we are dumping into our children via the vaccines. If you look into the research done in support of vaccine safety it is done by the pharmaceutical companies themselves. Not by blind studies. For every pro vaccine safety paper written there are countless that state they are not safe, and are linked to tons of diseases, yet NO ONE hears about them, or they are quietly discredited or ignored all together. Most doctors do not even know what is in the vaccines they are giving our kids or what those things do to our children. Ask yours? Mine did not. I once was told, by a doctor who did know what was in those shots and what those things do, that it was a “small amount” there for harmless. I responded with, “okay, but if a bee stings someone with an allergy, just how much venom will cause anaphylactic shock? Very small amount right? So how do we know that every single child we are giving mercury to can tolerate that ‘small amount’ safely; when it HAS been proven mercury is toxic in ALL levels. Or that those that are predisposed to egg allergies can handle that ‘small amount’ of chicken embryo cell in that injection without it killing them?” Food for thought, does your child have food allergies? Then is it safe to inject them with what they are allergic too?

So, back on track, we are a family that loves big and we love Micah more today than yesterday. And if his diagnosis, is just what the signs are pointing to, will we love him less? Absolutely not. Will we work harder to clean out his gut, and the toxins in his little body, absolutely yes! We have already started with a gluten free and casein free diet, for more on this diet just google the diet information.

For more on children on the Autism spectrum and this diet go: here







I want to challenge you to research before you immunize. You do have choices. You do not have to do the schedule offered. You can space them out, or you can choose to not immunize. Here is a great source by a great Pediatrician Dr. Sears: here

It should be a choice that you as a parent make, with an INFORMED decision. Do not take my word for it, do not take anyone else’s word for it, do not even take your doctor’s word (most times they do not even know what is in the vaccines they are being given. They get paid for every shot they administer and $.75 per vaccine given goes into a fund for vaccine court costs, yes there is a vaccine court. You cannot sue pharmaceutical companies without it going through a vaccine court first, and they are 95% thrown out as “coincidence illnesses and are not vaccine related”) do your research. Look up every vaccine, and it’s contents and look up what those contents are and what they do to the body. Look at the pros versus the cons of the vaccine and the diseases we vaccinate against. Do not live in fear that someone will take your child or you will be shunned by society if you choose to not vaccinate. Make an informed decision, then if you chose to vaccinate, do it, but do it with the knowledge you deserve. If you choose not to, then be strong about your decision as well.

Micah has been doing great on the new diet, we have only had a few set backs. He is amazing and strong and we will fight this as a family. We are not extremists, we are not zealots, we are a family that suffered because we tried to protect. I do not care who wants to argue with me that his vaccines triggered whatever in Micah that was predisposed to this monster called the Autism Spectrum. You do not live with my child, you did not watch the change, you did not see it, you do not live it, and until you do, you cannot say we are wrong. I only have one child that has not had some type of issue that is tied to the poisons they put in these vaccines. I pray someday “big pharma” listens ad begins to clean up our vaccines so they can do what they were created for, to save the lives of our loved ones; not harm them. Until then, I cannot vaccinate. But I do so for my own families safety. If you choose to do so, educate yourself.

People have asked me if I think he will be able to take care of himself when he is an adult. Yes I do. Many people live with Autism Spectrum diseases and live healthy and productive happy lives. I believe he was one of the lucky ones. He can still communicate, and is very intelligent. He is not a child who has become a non verbal shell of what once was. I praise God daily, that he is still Micah, that he isn’t like that, and my heart grieves and breaks for the families that have this terror happen to them. There could not be anything worse than to watch your child become a shell, and see the light leave their eyes. I cannot even imagine. I belong to online communities where their children have died after having the same reaction Mikayla had, and they continued to vaccinate, after they saw this reaction, because their doctor’s did not recognize the signs of vaccine reaction. I cry every time I think that Mikayla may not have been here today, had we not stopped vaccinating her. Even her doctor advised against any continuation. She has been incredibly supportive in this journey and we are grateful for her. Do I wish I could go back and change things for Micah? Yes every day. Do I know if it was really the vaccines? No; I have no proof at this point unless I have him tested for mercury and aluminum poisoning. But I don’t need it. I know it came from them. Do I know for sure if we hadn’t vaccinated him, this would not have happened? Again no, not without testing him for heavy metal poisoning. But I know when the changes started, I was the one who watched it happen. But I would have never vaccinated him, if I thought this could have been avoided. Until you walk down this path, or love someone who has, it is hard to relate. It is hard to say you support their decisions. But if you can look my son in the eye and say, this has absolutely NOTHING to do with your vaccines, and show me the science to prove it, the real science done on human cells not research done on large groups without blood draws etc; then do not try to preach that one this way. Until you can hold Mikayla in your arms and tell her if she had died it would have been for the “greater good” and be able to live with yourself, please respect the feelings we have. That has been supported by the research we have done.





My hope is to teach Micah to be the best he can be. To love fiercely and passionately. To be the best man of God, he was designed for, so one day he can be a husband, father and amazing human being. That he can hold on to his own life with both hands and know he has lived it to the fullest. Despite this bump in the road, I think he is off to a great start!