When Dominic was 13 months old we went to the doctor’s office to get him vaccinated. Although he was already walking, he preferred to hold furniture and was playing at a Thomas the Train table in the office. Suddenly he stopped playing and walked all the way across the lobby unassisted to a little blonde girl. He reached up with his hands to hold her cheeks and pull her in for a kiss on the lips and said, “Hi.” The other parents, the nurses and receptionist all giggled and laughed and cheered at how cute it was. That was Dominic 100%: he played with the children at daycare, was very social, and waved at everyone. We had our visit where he aced his developmental test, got his shots – the MMR, Varicella, PCV, and Hib – and we went home.

He screamed and screamed and spiked a 105 fever. His pediatrician’s office said he will be fine – just give him Tylenol. Hours later it was no better, the fever barely budged then came right back. I called again and was told no need to come in just keep giving him Tylenol. He didn’t speak another word after that day. He wasn’t the same happy, smiling baby he was before, but having just been through a stressful couple of days I thought he would be ok and kept trying not to worry like the nurses were telling me.  READ MORE…