As a mother of a vaccine injured child, the hardest comment to hear from people is when they say, over and over again… “Don’t listen to them. They’re just a bunch of crazy mothers.” I am a mother. I am the one who knows the rhythm of my child’s heartbeat. I am the one who gave life to this baby, no easy feat. I am that baby’s first food, first sustenance in every sense of the word. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. Whether the first or the third, I have what it needs to survive and thrive. And now they’ve grown a little… As a mother, I know when they need to eat or poop or get a big hug. I know when they’re hiding. I know if they’re lying. I know who hit who first, without even trying. I know how they like to sleep.