“My sweet Vincent. Was such a healthy boy when he was born. No complications, fast and somewhat easy labor. We were so happy for him to be apart of our family. He was our third child and second son. Everything was going great until I took him to get his 2 month & He was already a little bit under the weather as it just turned Fall. He was 99 degrees with a little cough but the doctor assured us he was just fine. The day after he had a fever spike over 100 degrees and every time he coughed he sounded like he was choking and gagging and would turn bright red in the face. I called the doctors and they said just give him some Tylenol and if that doesn't keep his fever down then bring him in. Well Tylenol seemed to work so we thought he was okay... Fast forward a week later, he seemed to have recovered completely and we were back to living our lives until the morning I woke up at 6:30am and woke up to him passed away. I'll never forget looking at him first and thinking he was still sleeping...I even cuddled him and didn't think anything was wrong until I looked at his face and noticed that there was foaming bubbles coming out of his nose. His body was stiff and cold and my heart just dropped That morning replays in my head everyday and unfortunately l'Il always live with it. A year has gone by now and my heart still aches *His autopsy report came back as undetermined with a diagnosis of cerebral and pulmonary edema. From my understanding, in order for something to be listed as a diagnosis it has to be pretty substantial apart from the natural fluid distribution that happens after death...cerebral edema is a side effect of the Dtap. I told Vincent's doctor about what happened and his report and he said "I'm so sorry for your loss, make sure you report this to VAERS" (Shared from Vincent’s mom)

Europe is about to wake up in a fucking nightmare