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https://plus.google.com/112692318142908007550 Aprille BeautifulInHisTime : It was nearly two years ago now when I came out on my blog denouncing attachment parenting, saying simply...
It was nearly two years ago now when I came out on my blog denouncing attachment parenting, saying simply, “Attachment parenting didn’t work for me. And, probably more importantly, attachment parenting didn’t work for Ezra.” That post – by far my most…
Parenting styles, individual people, individual needs
It was nearly two years ago now when I came out on my blog denouncing attachment parenting, saying simply, "Attachment parenting didn’t work for me. And, probably more importantly, attachment paren...
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https://plus.google.com/102000299337353171896 The Sanctuary Birth & Family Wellness Center : Do you wondered what Attachment Parenting is? Are you interested in actively promoting compassionate...
Do you wondered what Attachment Parenting is? Are you interested in actively promoting compassionate, respectful treatment of your child?Join Gretchen for the introduction to this wonderful series, "Attached at the Heart" Register Here: http://www.birthsanctuary.com/events/cnnpll6q6rkpif7vf1mz2emwxm783v?view=calendar
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https://plus.google.com/112704180574900294550 Precious Kids Great Parents : What you should know about attachment parenting
What you should know about attachment parenting
Attachment Parenting And Reactive Attachment Disorder Confusion
Here is a look at the differences among attachment theory, attachment parenting and reactive attachment disorder to clarify confusion in the media.
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https://plus.google.com/106715558076409377171 Rookie Parenting : What you should know about attachment parenting
What you should know about attachment parenting
Attachment Parenting And Reactive Attachment Disorder Confusion
Here is a look at the differences among attachment theory, attachment parenting and reactive attachment disorder to clarify confusion in the media.
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https://plus.google.com/107647271147188962866 MegaMom's Wisdom : Infant #Anger Management is attachment-parenting friendly (not extreme attachment #parenting). It produces...
Infant #Anger Management is attachment-parenting friendly (not extreme attachment #parenting). It produces patient #kids.
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https://plus.google.com/116691779519209291268 Sasha Savy : Shining the Light On Attachment Parenting Attachment Parenting. A term that I was completely unfamiliar...
Shining the Light On Attachment Parenting
Attachment Parenting. A term that I was completely unfamiliar with several months ago. A term that I saw floating around on the Internet that sparked my curiosity and triggered my Google search. A term that is rarely brought up among mothers- similar to vac...
Shining the Light On Attachment Parenting
Attachment Parenting. A term that I was completely unfamiliar with several months ago. A term that I saw floating around on the Internet that sparked my curiosity and triggered my Google search. A term that is rarely brought ...
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https://plus.google.com/108859672139170150808 Ruthie Jacoby : ~A Sleep Question~ Hello Fellow Moms :), I am new to this community, but it looks like a great place...
~A Sleep Question~

Hello Fellow Moms :),

I am new to this community, but it looks like a great place to get great support & information for our babies' sleep!

I wanted to pose a question to the other crunchy-type Mamas out there--my second baby is now 7 weeks old, and every day and night from birth til about 5 weeks, he either slept on me (on the couch or in a Ring Sling), or co-slept with me in our bed at night. I would occasionally put him down on the couch to finish his nap after I snuck carefully away, and he would usually be fine, but it was attachment parenting all the way! And it worked wonderfully, as I needed to recover, myself, and we had lots of help with meals and extra hands to take care of my oldest. But, right at the end of 5 weeks, I decided it was time to try putting him down for naps in his bassinet that my husband made for him. I swaddled him, gave him his pacifier, and rocked him for a bit, and he fell asleep almost immediately. I put him in his bed with a boppy pillow behind/around him. And, miracle!!--he slept for three hours! I did the same thing for his second nap of the day, and he slept for another 3! I was SO excited! Then, I let him sleep with me again that night, and it was a horrific night--he didn't want to sleep at all (probably due to his 6 hrs of solid napping during the day?), then the next morning, same thing. He slept like a dream for 3 blissful hours. I was delighted and had plans to put him to bed in his own bed in the same way that night & voila! Transition conquered, right? Wrong!! That afternoon, I did the same routine, and suddenly he woke after only 30 mins & continued this for the rest of the day, any time I would lay him down. Only thirty minutes! Now, pretty much at this exact time, we assume he started his 6-week growth spurt, as he suddenly wanted to nurse around the clock, and only slept for an hour or two at the most at night. I continued trying to lay him down in the same way for about a week, but resorting to wearing him so I could get a break, since he wouldn't sleep any other way. I figured if we could just get through the growth spurt, he would soon resume those glorious three-hour naps in his bassinet, all swaddled & cozy. Well, he's gone back to nursing normally (& also jumped a clothing size haha), and sleeping 3-4 hrs at night, co-sleeping with me, but continues the trend of 30-mins or less naps during the day, if that. I go back to wearing him or sticking him in his bouncy seat (which we have to continuously bounce for him, or he wakes up), or just lying beside him in our bed to simulate our nighttime sleeping, simply because I need a break, and also, I have a toddler to take care of as well!

My question is this: have any of you done the more attachment-type parenting to survive the first month or so, and then transitioned to more independent sleeping as baby gets older?

My plans include procuring a swing (I'm well-versed in the ways of Dr. Harvey Carp & The Happiest Baby on the Block!), and continuing to swaddle (just purchased a Woombie Original to make that step a little easier), and just trying to keep myself from resorting to wearing or napping with him so he doesn't come to expect it. If the swing works, I will likely use it at night as well. But anyway, any other ideas/suggestions would be welcome! Thank you, ladies! 
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https://plus.google.com/114262845709242144799 Liliputi Babywearing & More : Attachment parenting <3 Respond with sensitivity.<3 With attachment parenting, parents consider all...
Attachment parenting

<3 Respond with sensitivity.<3 With attachment parenting, parents consider all expressions of emotions, including repeated tantrums, as real efforts at communication. Those efforts are to be taken seriously and understood rather than punished or dismissed.

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https://plus.google.com/113821555410792772864 KI Media : How My Daughter Taught Me that Vaccines Do Not Cause Autism “It’s fun to watch you both grow up,” the...
How My Daughter Taught Me that Vaccines Do Not Cause Autism
“It’s fun to watch you both grow up,” the doctor said, putting a Band-Aid over the site where my three-year-old daughter had just received the MMR vaccine. At first, I bristled at her condescension, at the idea that I somehow still had growing up to do. But it was true. When I’d first visited her office three years before, I had been a different person. I had been a child.

My fears were a product of a potentially lethal combination of maternal panic and youthful ignorance. I was afraid. I was afraid of autism, of chemicals, of pharmaceutical companies, of pills, of needles. I saw medicine as an impersonal monolith of unpronounceable words and latex gloves, of figures and averages and data. I didn’t trust it with the pearl I guarded inside my womb. I wanted my baby to be safe—and safety, it seemed, could be promised by midwives and crystals, herbs and exercises. I didn’t trust science to provide it…

So, from the moment my daughter was conceived in my then-twenty-year-old womb, I battled the imaginary foe called Medicine with all my strength. I avoided anything but organic, whole foods, imagining that a baby knitted together with carrot juice and quinoa would be guaranteed a healthy life. Corn syrup and microwave meals were off the menu, along with tuna and deli meat. When I started receiving prenatal care, I vehemently asserted that I wanted to avoid any and all “interventions” that could hurt my baby.

No medically unnecessary ultrasounds, I wrote.
No medications without my explicit consent.
No induction, period.
No epidural. No Demerol. I don’t want pain relief of any kind during or after labor.
No Pitocin unless I’m bleeding to death.
I will breastfeed immediately after the baby’s birth.

When my obstetrician suggested that I might benefit from a low-dose medication to help my anxiety, I balled up my fists and gritted my teeth. Who was this bully, trying to shove Big Pharma down my throat? Why was she so hell-bent on poisoning my baby? My baby had to be a natural baby. I didn’t want her to end up like Other People’s Kids, the ones who eat fast food and watch TV. She was going to be perfect. She was going to be healthy.

So, when the day rolled around that I brought my homegrown organic baby to the pediatrician’s office for the first time, it was predictable enough that I scribbled onto her intake forms, “NO VACCINES.” They caused autism. I knew they did. That’s what I heard constantly from the blogs and the mommy groups and the parenting forums. The vaccines were loaded with mercury and aluminum. They caused brain damage. I knew better than to give my baby poison.

Today, I understand that I might owe my children’s lives to the pediatrician’s fed-up, no-nonsense attitude.

“Great,” she said, pushing her silver hair behind her ear, “So you think you know better than me. Can you tell me, Ms. Russo, where you went to medical school?”

I started to tell her about how the curriculum of medical school was funded by the pharmaceutical industry—that’s what I had read, anyway—but I stopped myself.
“You’re a lucky kid, you know that?” she said.
“I’m not a kid. I’ll be twenty-one tomorrow,” I objected. She rolled her eyes.
“You’ll be twenty-one, and that means you grew up with the Internet, and you’re a smart girl, and you’ve had access to a lot of information, and you don’t know how to tell the good from the bad. That’s not what makes you lucky. What makes you lucky is that you didn’t grow up seeing kids get paralyzed by polio. I did. You’ve never watched an unvaccinated baby slowly choke to death on its own snot from whooping cough. I have. You’ve never seen the grief of parents who could have prevented their kids from getting sick but chose to trust Jenny McCarthy instead of me. I have… So, tell me, in your words, why it is that you think you shouldn’t vaccinate your baby.”

“I… It’s just too many of them, too soon. And there’s got to be a reason that rates of autism are skyrocketing. That doesn’t just happen out of nowhere.”
“Does it not? Because I can tell you right now that if your baby is going to be autistic, she’s going to be autistic whether you vaccinate her or not. The only difference between now and fifty years ago is that kids with autism are diagnosed correctly now. They used to be called ‘mentally retarded’ if they couldn’t speak, but that diagnosis is rare now. If you looked, you’d know that rates of nonverbal autism are going up at the same speed that rates of “Mental Retardation” are going down. And autistic kids who can speak weren’t considered to have a disease until recently. They were called eccentric, or gifted. They were musicians and writers. There is no autism epidemic.”

“But it’s just too many shots when they’re so young.”
“Says who? The CDC? The American Academy of Pediatrics? The World Health Organization? One thing that they’ve done that you haven’t done is actually study what happens when we give babies shots. The schedule is made by a lot of thoughtful, intelligent people who have looked very carefully at the benefits and the risks, and they found out over years—decades—of research that babies are safest and healthiest being vaccinated on the current schedule. If you’ve got any research to show me otherwise, then please do.”

“Dr. Sears—“
“Isn’t very smart and is jeopardizing kids’ lives so he can make a profit selling a bad book. I don’t make a profit giving vaccines, but he makes a profit telling you to be scared of them. Which one of us do you want to think is the big medical bogeyman? And you can tell him I said that, should you ever meet him.”

She handed me packets of information about vaccines and told me to go home and read “actual material by actual experts.” I was unsure whether to be angry or confused or relieved. When I told an online attachment parenting group about the experience, the crowd erupted in anger—more over the fact that someone would insult Dr. Sears than anything else.

Still, I suppose in trying to make a point, I returned to the same office for all of our well-visits, not budging on my anti-vaccine stance. At my daughter’s four-month checkup, the pediatrician said, “I’m going to give you a referral to Early Intervention. This baby has some developmental delays. She’s going to be okay, but you’ll need to get in touch with them.”

She showed me how my daughter’s muscles weren’t responding as they should, and that her gross motor development was lagging behind average. I waited for her to lecture me about how important it was for me to get vaccines, but she waved the worries aside at the moment, adding, “I don’t want you to blame me or a vaccine for your baby’s delays.”

I spent weeks crying over the idea that something was wrong with my baby. It wasn’t supposed to happen to me. I was doing everything right, and developmental delays were supposed to happen to other people’s children. I felt horrified and out of place when I went to the physical therapy office to try to boost my daughter’s development. The other children there had something wrong with them. What did I do to put my child in the same category?

As the years went by, things changed in my heart and in my mind. It was clear that my daughter wasn’t developing normally. She was clumsy and awkward in her movements. She couldn’t walk until 16 months and wasn’t learning to talk the way other kids were. Something was off.
I mentioned at her one-year checkup that her speech development was unusual.

“She can say ‘manatee’ and point to a picture of a manatee in a book, but she doesn’t say ‘no’ or ‘bye-bye,’” I said plaintively.
At eighteen months: “She’s speaking in sentences, but it’s just repeating things she’s heard somewhere else.”
At twenty-four months: “She can read short words and she recites whole books from memory, but I can’t get her to answer a question.”
At two and a half years: “Doctor, I’ve been doing a lot of research and I know what these symptoms are now. The echolalia, the pronoun reversal, the gross motor delays. I’m pretty sure she has autism.”

The pediatrician twisted her face, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and said, “We’ll see.”
She referred me to a neurologist and a speech therapist. Both said at my daughter had signs of so-called high-function autism, but warned that it was too soon to diagnose it.

As time had gone by, I’d ended up consenting to vaccines here and there—“just the most important ones,” I’d said— because little by little, the doctor’s words had started to make sense. I couldn’t deny that my daughter had developmental delays well before she was ever vaccinated. I also couldn’t argue against an increasingly large stack of evidence confirming that vaccines were safe and effective.

I started to understand science. How the peer review process works. The difference between a study and a systematic review. How you can tell a good study from a bad one. How groups like the American Medical Association and American Academy of Pediatrics form consensus statements. How easy it is for people peddling pseudoscience to pass themselves off as experts. How often a parent, struck by grief, will look for a reason to blame an outside force when her child doesn’t turn out the way she expected.

Full article:
http://www.voicesforvaccines.org/how-my-daughter-taught-me-that-vaccines-do-not-cause-autism/

#vaccines   #autism  
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https://plus.google.com/109107824472935780609 Maman Loup's Den : Aaand here's the rebuttal I wish I'd written (but glad someone else did) to the "Perils of Attachment...
Aaand here's the rebuttal I wish I'd written (but glad someone else did) to the "Perils of Attachment Parenting" article I shared earlier. http://buff.ly/Vu8MHT
The Perils of Listening to Idiots | Evolutionary Parenting | Where History And Science Meet Parenting

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https://plus.google.com/109107824472935780609 Maman Loup's Den : This article makes my blood boil! But keep your eyes open for an excellent rebuttal that I wish I'd ...
This article makes my blood boil! But keep your eyes open for an excellent rebuttal that I wish I'd written myself. The Perils of Attachment Parenting http://buff.ly/1AlQet8
The Perils of Attachment Parenting
Extremes like on-demand breastfeeding can take their toll on parents and children alike.
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https://plus.google.com/102000299337353171896 The Sanctuary Birth & Family Wellness Center : Today #atTheSanctuary Prenatal Kundalini Yoga at 9a / Cloth Diapering Options at 11a / Attachment Parenting...
Today #atTheSanctuary Prenatal Kundalini Yoga at 9a / Cloth Diapering Options at 11a / Attachment Parenting International Support Group at 3:30
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https://plus.google.com/106932871315106234720 Kevin Smith : How My Daughter Taught Me that Vaccines Do Not Cause Autism “It’s fun to watch you both grow up,” the...
How My Daughter Taught Me that Vaccines Do Not Cause Autism
“It’s fun to watch you both grow up,” the doctor said, putting a Band-Aid over the site where my three-year-old daughter had just received the MMR vaccine. At first, I bristled at her condescension, at the idea that I somehow still had growing up to do. But it was true. When I’d first visited her office three years before, I had been a different person. I had been a child.

My fears were a product of a potentially lethal combination of maternal panic and youthful ignorance. I was afraid. I was afraid of autism, of chemicals, of pharmaceutical companies, of pills, of needles. I saw medicine as an impersonal monolith of unpronounceable words and latex gloves, of figures and averages and data. I didn’t trust it with the pearl I guarded inside my womb. I wanted my baby to be safe—and safety, it seemed, could be promised by midwives and crystals, herbs and exercises. I didn’t trust science to provide it…

So, from the moment my daughter was conceived in my then-twenty-year-old womb, I battled the imaginary foe called Medicine with all my strength. I avoided anything but organic, whole foods, imagining that a baby knitted together with carrot juice and quinoa would be guaranteed a healthy life. Corn syrup and microwave meals were off the menu, along with tuna and deli meat. When I started receiving prenatal care, I vehemently asserted that I wanted to avoid any and all “interventions” that could hurt my baby.

No medically unnecessary ultrasounds, I wrote.
No medications without my explicit consent.
No induction, period.
No epidural. No Demerol. I don’t want pain relief of any kind during or after labor.
No Pitocin unless I’m bleeding to death.
I will breastfeed immediately after the baby’s birth.

When my obstetrician suggested that I might benefit from a low-dose medication to help my anxiety, I balled up my fists and gritted my teeth. Who was this bully, trying to shove Big Pharma down my throat? Why was she so hell-bent on poisoning my baby? My baby had to be a natural baby. I didn’t want her to end up like Other People’s Kids, the ones who eat fast food and watch TV. She was going to be perfect. She was going to be healthy.

So, when the day rolled around that I brought my homegrown organic baby to the pediatrician’s office for the first time, it was predictable enough that I scribbled onto her intake forms, “NO VACCINES.” They caused autism. I knew they did. That’s what I heard constantly from the blogs and the mommy groups and the parenting forums. The vaccines were loaded with mercury and aluminum. They caused brain damage. I knew better than to give my baby poison.

Today, I understand that I might owe my children’s lives to the pediatrician’s fed-up, no-nonsense attitude.

“Great,” she said, pushing her silver hair behind her ear, “So you think you know better than me. Can you tell me, Ms. Russo, where you went to medical school?”

I started to tell her about how the curriculum of medical school was funded by the pharmaceutical industry—that’s what I had read, anyway—but I stopped myself.
“You’re a lucky kid, you know that?” she said.
“I’m not a kid. I’ll be twenty-one tomorrow,” I objected. She rolled her eyes.
“You’ll be twenty-one, and that means you grew up with the Internet, and you’re a smart girl, and you’ve had access to a lot of information, and you don’t know how to tell the good from the bad. That’s not what makes you lucky. What makes you lucky is that you didn’t grow up seeing kids get paralyzed by polio. I did. You’ve never watched an unvaccinated baby slowly choke to death on its own snot from whooping cough. I have. You’ve never seen the grief of parents who could have prevented their kids from getting sick but chose to trust Jenny McCarthy instead of me. I have… So, tell me, in your words, why it is that you think you shouldn’t vaccinate your baby.”

“I… It’s just too many of them, too soon. And there’s got to be a reason that rates of autism are skyrocketing. That doesn’t just happen out of nowhere.”
“Does it not? Because I can tell you right now that if your baby is going to be autistic, she’s going to be autistic whether you vaccinate her or not. The only difference between now and fifty years ago is that kids with autism are diagnosed correctly now. They used to be called ‘mentally retarded’ if they couldn’t speak, but that diagnosis is rare now. If you looked, you’d know that rates of nonverbal autism are going up at the same speed that rates of “Mental Retardation” are going down. And autistic kids who can speak weren’t considered to have a disease until recently. They were called eccentric, or gifted. They were musicians and writers. There is no autism epidemic.”

“But it’s just too many shots when they’re so young.”
“Says who? The CDC? The American Academy of Pediatrics? The World Health Organization? One thing that they’ve done that you haven’t done is actually study what happens when we give babies shots. The schedule is made by a lot of thoughtful, intelligent people who have looked very carefully at the benefits and the risks, and they found out over years—decades—of research that babies are safest and healthiest being vaccinated on the current schedule. If you’ve got any research to show me otherwise, then please do.”

“Dr. Sears—“
“Isn’t very smart and is jeopardizing kids’ lives so he can make a profit selling a bad book. I don’t make a profit giving vaccines, but he makes a profit telling you to be scared of them. Which one of us do you want to think is the big medical bogeyman? And you can tell him I said that, should you ever meet him.”

She handed me packets of information about vaccines and told me to go home and read “actual material by actual experts.” I was unsure whether to be angry or confused or relieved. When I told an online attachment parenting group about the experience, the crowd erupted in anger—more over the fact that someone would insult Dr. Sears than anything else.

Still, I suppose in trying to make a point, I returned to the same office for all of our well-visits, not budging on my anti-vaccine stance. At my daughter’s four-month checkup, the pediatrician said, “I’m going to give you a referral to Early Intervention. This baby has some developmental delays. She’s going to be okay, but you’ll need to get in touch with them.”

She showed me how my daughter’s muscles weren’t responding as they should, and that her gross motor development was lagging behind average. I waited for her to lecture me about how important it was for me to get vaccines, but she waved the worries aside at the moment, adding, “I don’t want you to blame me or a vaccine for your baby’s delays.”

I spent weeks crying over the idea that something was wrong with my baby. It wasn’t supposed to happen to me. I was doing everything right, and developmental delays were supposed to happen to other people’s children. I felt horrified and out of place when I went to the physical therapy office to try to boost my daughter’s development. The other children there had something wrong with them. What did I do to put my child in the same category?

As the years went by, things changed in my heart and in my mind. It was clear that my daughter wasn’t developing normally. She was clumsy and awkward in her movements. She couldn’t walk until 16 months and wasn’t learning to talk the way other kids were. Something was off.
I mentioned at her one-year checkup that her speech development was unusual.

“She can say ‘manatee’ and point to a picture of a manatee in a book, but she doesn’t say ‘no’ or ‘bye-bye,’” I said plaintively.
At eighteen months: “She’s speaking in sentences, but it’s just repeating things she’s heard somewhere else.”
At twenty-four months: “She can read short words and she recites whole books from memory, but I can’t get her to answer a question.”
At two and a half years: “Doctor, I’ve been doing a lot of research and I know what these symptoms are now. The echolalia, the pronoun reversal, the gross motor delays. I’m pretty sure she has autism.”

The pediatrician twisted her face, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and said, “We’ll see.”
She referred me to a neurologist and a speech therapist. Both said at my daughter had signs of so-called high-function autism, but warned that it was too soon to diagnose it.

As time had gone by, I’d ended up consenting to vaccines here and there—“just the most important ones,” I’d said— because little by little, the doctor’s words had started to make sense. I couldn’t deny that my daughter had developmental delays well before she was ever vaccinated. I also couldn’t argue against an increasingly large stack of evidence confirming that vaccines were safe and effective.

I started to understand science. How the peer review process works. The difference between a study and a systematic review. How you can tell a good study from a bad one. How groups like the American Medical Association and American Academy of Pediatrics form consensus statements. How easy it is for people peddling pseudoscience to pass themselves off as experts. How often a parent, struck by grief, will look for a reason to blame an outside force when her child doesn’t turn out the way she expected.

Full article:
http://www.voicesforvaccines.org/how-my-daughter-taught-me-that-vaccines-do-not-cause-autism/

#vaccines   #autism  
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How My Daughter Taught Me that Vaccines Do Not Cause Autism
“It’s fun to watch you both grow up,” the doctor said, putting a Band-Aid over the site where my three-year-old daughter had just received the MMR vaccine. At first, I bristled at her condescension, at the idea that I somehow still had growing up to do. But it was true. When I’d first visited her office three years before, I had been a different person. I had been a child.

My fears were a product of a potentially lethal combination of maternal panic and youthful ignorance. I was afraid. I was afraid of autism, of chemicals, of pharmaceutical companies, of pills, of needles. I saw medicine as an impersonal monolith of unpronounceable words and latex gloves, of figures and averages and data. I didn’t trust it with the pearl I guarded inside my womb. I wanted my baby to be safe—and safety, it seemed, could be promised by midwives and crystals, herbs and exercises. I didn’t trust science to provide it…

So, from the moment my daughter was conceived in my then-twenty-year-old womb, I battled the imaginary foe called Medicine with all my strength. I avoided anything but organic, whole foods, imagining that a baby knitted together with carrot juice and quinoa would be guaranteed a healthy life. Corn syrup and microwave meals were off the menu, along with tuna and deli meat. When I started receiving prenatal care, I vehemently asserted that I wanted to avoid any and all “interventions” that could hurt my baby.

No medically unnecessary ultrasounds, I wrote.
No medications without my explicit consent.
No induction, period.
No epidural. No Demerol. I don’t want pain relief of any kind during or after labor.
No Pitocin unless I’m bleeding to death.
I will breastfeed immediately after the baby’s birth.

When my obstetrician suggested that I might benefit from a low-dose medication to help my anxiety, I balled up my fists and gritted my teeth. Who was this bully, trying to shove Big Pharma down my throat? Why was she so hell-bent on poisoning my baby? My baby had to be a natural baby. I didn’t want her to end up like Other People’s Kids, the ones who eat fast food and watch TV. She was going to be perfect. She was going to be healthy.

So, when the day rolled around that I brought my homegrown organic baby to the pediatrician’s office for the first time, it was predictable enough that I scribbled onto her intake forms, “NO VACCINES.” They caused autism. I knew they did. That’s what I heard constantly from the blogs and the mommy groups and the parenting forums. The vaccines were loaded with mercury and aluminum. They caused brain damage. I knew better than to give my baby poison.

Today, I understand that I might owe my children’s lives to the pediatrician’s fed-up, no-nonsense attitude.

“Great,” she said, pushing her silver hair behind her ear, “So you think you know better than me. Can you tell me, Ms. Russo, where you went to medical school?”

I started to tell her about how the curriculum of medical school was funded by the pharmaceutical industry—that’s what I had read, anyway—but I stopped myself.
“You’re a lucky kid, you know that?” she said.
“I’m not a kid. I’ll be twenty-one tomorrow,” I objected. She rolled her eyes.
“You’ll be twenty-one, and that means you grew up with the Internet, and you’re a smart girl, and you’ve had access to a lot of information, and you don’t know how to tell the good from the bad. That’s not what makes you lucky. What makes you lucky is that you didn’t grow up seeing kids get paralyzed by polio. I did. You’ve never watched an unvaccinated baby slowly choke to death on its own snot from whooping cough. I have. You’ve never seen the grief of parents who could have prevented their kids from getting sick but chose to trust Jenny McCarthy instead of me. I have… So, tell me, in your words, why it is that you think you shouldn’t vaccinate your baby.”

“I… It’s just too many of them, too soon. And there’s got to be a reason that rates of autism are skyrocketing. That doesn’t just happen out of nowhere.”
“Does it not? Because I can tell you right now that if your baby is going to be autistic, she’s going to be autistic whether you vaccinate her or not. The only difference between now and fifty years ago is that kids with autism are diagnosed correctly now. They used to be called ‘mentally retarded’ if they couldn’t speak, but that diagnosis is rare now. If you looked, you’d know that rates of nonverbal autism are going up at the same speed that rates of “Mental Retardation” are going down. And autistic kids who can speak weren’t considered to have a disease until recently. They were called eccentric, or gifted. They were musicians and writers. There is no autism epidemic.”

“But it’s just too many shots when they’re so young.”
“Says who? The CDC? The American Academy of Pediatrics? The World Health Organization? One thing that they’ve done that you haven’t done is actually study what happens when we give babies shots. The schedule is made by a lot of thoughtful, intelligent people who have looked very carefully at the benefits and the risks, and they found out over years—decades—of research that babies are safest and healthiest being vaccinated on the current schedule. If you’ve got any research to show me otherwise, then please do.”

“Dr. Sears—“
“Isn’t very smart and is jeopardizing kids’ lives so he can make a profit selling a bad book. I don’t make a profit giving vaccines, but he makes a profit telling you to be scared of them. Which one of us do you want to think is the big medical bogeyman? And you can tell him I said that, should you ever meet him.”

She handed me packets of information about vaccines and told me to go home and read “actual material by actual experts.” I was unsure whether to be angry or confused or relieved. When I told an online attachment parenting group about the experience, the crowd erupted in anger—more over the fact that someone would insult Dr. Sears than anything else.

Still, I suppose in trying to make a point, I returned to the same office for all of our well-visits, not budging on my anti-vaccine stance. At my daughter’s four-month checkup, the pediatrician said, “I’m going to give you a referral to Early Intervention. This baby has some developmental delays. She’s going to be okay, but you’ll need to get in touch with them.”

She showed me how my daughter’s muscles weren’t responding as they should, and that her gross motor development was lagging behind average. I waited for her to lecture me about how important it was for me to get vaccines, but she waved the worries aside at the moment, adding, “I don’t want you to blame me or a vaccine for your baby’s delays.”

I spent weeks crying over the idea that something was wrong with my baby. It wasn’t supposed to happen to me. I was doing everything right, and developmental delays were supposed to happen to other people’s children. I felt horrified and out of place when I went to the physical therapy office to try to boost my daughter’s development. The other children there had something wrong with them. What did I do to put my child in the same category?

As the years went by, things changed in my heart and in my mind. It was clear that my daughter wasn’t developing normally. She was clumsy and awkward in her movements. She couldn’t walk until 16 months and wasn’t learning to talk the way other kids were. Something was off.
I mentioned at her one-year checkup that her speech development was unusual.

“She can say ‘manatee’ and point to a picture of a manatee in a book, but she doesn’t say ‘no’ or ‘bye-bye,’” I said plaintively.
At eighteen months: “She’s speaking in sentences, but it’s just repeating things she’s heard somewhere else.”
At twenty-four months: “She can read short words and she recites whole books from memory, but I can’t get her to answer a question.”
At two and a half years: “Doctor, I’ve been doing a lot of research and I know what these symptoms are now. The echolalia, the pronoun reversal, the gross motor delays. I’m pretty sure she has autism.”

The pediatrician twisted her face, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and said, “We’ll see.”
She referred me to a neurologist and a speech therapist. Both said at my daughter had signs of so-called high-function autism, but warned that it was too soon to diagnose it.

As time had gone by, I’d ended up consenting to vaccines here and there—“just the most important ones,” I’d said— because little by little, the doctor’s words had started to make sense. I couldn’t deny that my daughter had developmental delays well before she was ever vaccinated. I also couldn’t argue against an increasingly large stack of evidence confirming that vaccines were safe and effective.

I started to understand science. How the peer review process works. The difference between a study and a systematic review. How you can tell a good study from a bad one. How groups like the American Medical Association and American Academy of Pediatrics form consensus statements. How easy it is for people peddling pseudoscience to pass themselves off as experts. How often a parent, struck by grief, will look for a reason to blame an outside force when her child doesn’t turn out the way she expected.

Full article:
http://www.voicesforvaccines.org/how-my-daughter-taught-me-that-vaccines-do-not-cause-autism/

#vaccines   #autism  
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https://plus.google.com/112847310756615438437 Corina Marinescu : How My Daughter Taught Me that Vaccines Do Not Cause Autism “It’s fun to watch you both grow up,” the...
How My Daughter Taught Me that Vaccines Do Not Cause Autism
“It’s fun to watch you both grow up,” the doctor said, putting a Band-Aid over the site where my three-year-old daughter had just received the MMR vaccine. At first, I bristled at her condescension, at the idea that I somehow still had growing up to do. But it was true. When I’d first visited her office three years before, I had been a different person. I had been a child.

My fears were a product of a potentially lethal combination of maternal panic and youthful ignorance. I was afraid. I was afraid of autism, of chemicals, of pharmaceutical companies, of pills, of needles. I saw medicine as an impersonal monolith of unpronounceable words and latex gloves, of figures and averages and data. I didn’t trust it with the pearl I guarded inside my womb. I wanted my baby to be safe—and safety, it seemed, could be promised by midwives and crystals, herbs and exercises. I didn’t trust science to provide it…

So, from the moment my daughter was conceived in my then-twenty-year-old womb, I battled the imaginary foe called Medicine with all my strength. I avoided anything but organic, whole foods, imagining that a baby knitted together with carrot juice and quinoa would be guaranteed a healthy life. Corn syrup and microwave meals were off the menu, along with tuna and deli meat. When I started receiving prenatal care, I vehemently asserted that I wanted to avoid any and all “interventions” that could hurt my baby.

No medically unnecessary ultrasounds, I wrote.
No medications without my explicit consent.
No induction, period.
No epidural. No Demerol. I don’t want pain relief of any kind during or after labor.
No Pitocin unless I’m bleeding to death.
I will breastfeed immediately after the baby’s birth.

When my obstetrician suggested that I might benefit from a low-dose medication to help my anxiety, I balled up my fists and gritted my teeth. Who was this bully, trying to shove Big Pharma down my throat? Why was she so hell-bent on poisoning my baby? My baby had to be a natural baby. I didn’t want her to end up like Other People’s Kids, the ones who eat fast food and watch TV. She was going to be perfect. She was going to be healthy.

So, when the day rolled around that I brought my homegrown organic baby to the pediatrician’s office for the first time, it was predictable enough that I scribbled onto her intake forms, “NO VACCINES.” They caused autism. I knew they did. That’s what I heard constantly from the blogs and the mommy groups and the parenting forums. The vaccines were loaded with mercury and aluminum. They caused brain damage. I knew better than to give my baby poison.

Today, I understand that I might owe my children’s lives to the pediatrician’s fed-up, no-nonsense attitude.

“Great,” she said, pushing her silver hair behind her ear, “So you think you know better than me. Can you tell me, Ms. Russo, where you went to medical school?”

I started to tell her about how the curriculum of medical school was funded by the pharmaceutical industry—that’s what I had read, anyway—but I stopped myself.
“You’re a lucky kid, you know that?” she said.
“I’m not a kid. I’ll be twenty-one tomorrow,” I objected. She rolled her eyes.
“You’ll be twenty-one, and that means you grew up with the Internet, and you’re a smart girl, and you’ve had access to a lot of information, and you don’t know how to tell the good from the bad. That’s not what makes you lucky. What makes you lucky is that you didn’t grow up seeing kids get paralyzed by polio. I did. You’ve never watched an unvaccinated baby slowly choke to death on its own snot from whooping cough. I have. You’ve never seen the grief of parents who could have prevented their kids from getting sick but chose to trust Jenny McCarthy instead of me. I have… So, tell me, in your words, why it is that you think you shouldn’t vaccinate your baby.”

“I… It’s just too many of them, too soon. And there’s got to be a reason that rates of autism are skyrocketing. That doesn’t just happen out of nowhere.”
“Does it not? Because I can tell you right now that if your baby is going to be autistic, she’s going to be autistic whether you vaccinate her or not. The only difference between now and fifty years ago is that kids with autism are diagnosed correctly now. They used to be called ‘mentally retarded’ if they couldn’t speak, but that diagnosis is rare now. If you looked, you’d know that rates of nonverbal autism are going up at the same speed that rates of “Mental Retardation” are going down. And autistic kids who can speak weren’t considered to have a disease until recently. They were called eccentric, or gifted. They were musicians and writers. There is no autism epidemic.”

“But it’s just too many shots when they’re so young.”
“Says who? The CDC? The American Academy of Pediatrics? The World Health Organization? One thing that they’ve done that you haven’t done is actually study what happens when we give babies shots. The schedule is made by a lot of thoughtful, intelligent people who have looked very carefully at the benefits and the risks, and they found out over years—decades—of research that babies are safest and healthiest being vaccinated on the current schedule. If you’ve got any research to show me otherwise, then please do.”

“Dr. Sears—“
“Isn’t very smart and is jeopardizing kids’ lives so he can make a profit selling a bad book. I don’t make a profit giving vaccines, but he makes a profit telling you to be scared of them. Which one of us do you want to think is the big medical bogeyman? And you can tell him I said that, should you ever meet him.”

She handed me packets of information about vaccines and told me to go home and read “actual material by actual experts.” I was unsure whether to be angry or confused or relieved. When I told an online attachment parenting group about the experience, the crowd erupted in anger—more over the fact that someone would insult Dr. Sears than anything else.

Still, I suppose in trying to make a point, I returned to the same office for all of our well-visits, not budging on my anti-vaccine stance. At my daughter’s four-month checkup, the pediatrician said, “I’m going to give you a referral to Early Intervention. This baby has some developmental delays. She’s going to be okay, but you’ll need to get in touch with them.”

She showed me how my daughter’s muscles weren’t responding as they should, and that her gross motor development was lagging behind average. I waited for her to lecture me about how important it was for me to get vaccines, but she waved the worries aside at the moment, adding, “I don’t want you to blame me or a vaccine for your baby’s delays.”

I spent weeks crying over the idea that something was wrong with my baby. It wasn’t supposed to happen to me. I was doing everything right, and developmental delays were supposed to happen to other people’s children. I felt horrified and out of place when I went to the physical therapy office to try to boost my daughter’s development. The other children there had something wrong with them. What did I do to put my child in the same category?

As the years went by, things changed in my heart and in my mind. It was clear that my daughter wasn’t developing normally. She was clumsy and awkward in her movements. She couldn’t walk until 16 months and wasn’t learning to talk the way other kids were. Something was off.
I mentioned at her one-year checkup that her speech development was unusual.

“She can say ‘manatee’ and point to a picture of a manatee in a book, but she doesn’t say ‘no’ or ‘bye-bye,’” I said plaintively.
At eighteen months: “She’s speaking in sentences, but it’s just repeating things she’s heard somewhere else.”
At twenty-four months: “She can read short words and she recites whole books from memory, but I can’t get her to answer a question.”
At two and a half years: “Doctor, I’ve been doing a lot of research and I know what these symptoms are now. The echolalia, the pronoun reversal, the gross motor delays. I’m pretty sure she has autism.”

The pediatrician twisted her face, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and said, “We’ll see.”
She referred me to a neurologist and a speech therapist. Both said at my daughter had signs of so-called high-function autism, but warned that it was too soon to diagnose it.

As time had gone by, I’d ended up consenting to vaccines here and there—“just the most important ones,” I’d said— because little by little, the doctor’s words had started to make sense. I couldn’t deny that my daughter had developmental delays well before she was ever vaccinated. I also couldn’t argue against an increasingly large stack of evidence confirming that vaccines were safe and effective.

I started to understand science. How the peer review process works. The difference between a study and a systematic review. How you can tell a good study from a bad one. How groups like the American Medical Association and American Academy of Pediatrics form consensus statements. How easy it is for people peddling pseudoscience to pass themselves off as experts. How often a parent, struck by grief, will look for a reason to blame an outside force when her child doesn’t turn out the way she expected.

Full article:
http://www.voicesforvaccines.org/how-my-daughter-taught-me-that-vaccines-do-not-cause-autism/

#vaccines   #autism  
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https://plus.google.com/100272573668532918448 A Little Crunchy : New Blog Post: Attachment Parenting a Teenager It's ok to Panic! http://ow.ly/2LK6YM
New Blog Post: Attachment Parenting a Teenager It's ok to Panic! http://ow.ly/2LK6YM
Attachment Parenting a Teenager – It’s ok to Panic!
I am not expert at anything…. or maybe I just am very aware that no one is perfect and there is always something new to learn. When it comes to attachment parenting a teenager I am learning as I go like we all do. Please as always take my thoughts with a grain of salt. (You might need the whole ...
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https://plus.google.com/106670316117858961080 Jeb Kinnison : I think responsive attention to infants (0-2 years old) is critical for development of a secure attachment...
I think responsive attention to infants (0-2 years old) is critical for development of a secure attachment style and a robust sense of self. However, the movement called attachment parenting may be misinterpreting the studies of attachment in parenting as…
"Attachment Parenting" - Good Idea Taken Too Far?
I think responsive attention to infants (0-2 years old) is critical for development of a secure attachment style and a robust sense of self. However, the movement called attachment parenting may be...
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https://plus.google.com/104155914688889904627 Noel McDermott Psychotherapy : Good read "The Perils of Attachment Parenting" - The Atlantic http://ow.ly/Abokx
Good read "The Perils of Attachment Parenting" - The Atlantic http://ow.ly/Abokx
The Perils of Attachment Parenting
Extremes like on-demand breastfeeding can take their toll on parents and children alike.
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