I'm on a vaccine information email list and this just arrived in my inbox. It is a heartbraking story - please don't read it if you are easily upset, but I though it might provide some useful information for someone...
DEATH BY LETHAL INJECTION
From The Heart Of One Mother to Another
Today is my daughter's sweet 16th birthday but we will not be
celebrating. Instead I will light a candle and when I blow it out I
will make a wish in my daughter's memory. My wish is for all mother's
worldwide, that you will educate yourselves and that you make informed
choices so that you may prevent unnecessary tragedy and be spared from
my pain.
LAURAS STORY
After 41 weeks of pregnancy On July 27th 1986 a perfect and healthy
little baby Laura Marie, made her entrance into the world. We were
welcomed home by family and friends anxiously waiting to meet the new
family member. They showered her with so many beautiful, little tiny,
pink dresses, we joked that she would never be able to wear them all, in
one lifetime.
Our lives changed completely and now revolved around, stroller walks
in the park, visiting friends, changing diapers, night feedings and
shopping for more little pink dresses. We were parents now, we had a
family and life was absolutely perfect.
I took Laura for several baby check-ups at the pediatrician. She was
a kind and gentle, older woman. At age, 3 months old the pediatrician
was very pleased with Laura's development, weight gain and vaccinated
her with DPT OPV. I didn't even question her, I knew that all my
friend's babies had this same vaccine and "all good mother's" vaccinated
their children to protect them. I left the pediatrician's office and
walked home.
Laura was very fussy, which was unusual.
She was crying loudly all the way home, in the stroller. When we got
home, I realized she had urinated so heavily she wet everything in the
stroller. Then her cry turned into screaming and she developed a fever,
her leg was very swollen, red and felt hot. I called the pediatrician
who told me this was "normal" and to give her baby tempra. I gave her
baby Tempra and I felt better, that the pediatrician had assured me this
was normal.
Laura continued to scream and I could no longer console her. My
every instinct told me this was not normal but I was young with my first
child and trusted the doctor. I could not hold Laura in my arms because
she screamed louder as any movement of her leg seemed to cause her
terrible pain. I put her in the swing and she cried herself to sleep. I
was so relieved, the tempra was working and the doctor must have been
right. I began to feel silly for all my worrying. A short time later,
Laura woke up screaming and spent the
evening screaming and sleeping on and off.
She had no appetite and nothing made her stop crying. Finally it
was bedtime and she cried in her crib, until she fell asleep. She had
never cried herself to sleep before and I felt very bad for letting her
but if I held her, she screamed louder. My husband came
home from work and I told him about everything that had happened that
day. Laura was sleeping soundly in her crib and we were both relieved
that she seemed to be feeling better and decided not to worry... I
should have worried.
In the morning I awoke and was startled to realize my husband had
slept in for work. I immediately knew something was wrong and the worry
from the previous night, came rushing back to me. I quickly ran to her
crib, with a feeling of dread. She did not look right. I closed my eyes
tight and opened them again, and considered the possibility that this
was a dream but when I opened my eyes she looked dead.
I went into shock and after that, much of this day remains a blur. I
touched her and she was very warm. I screamed for my husband to call
911. I watched as he performed CPR, my body was frozen and I couldn't
move. He tried to revive our child to no avail. He was shouting for me
to open the door for the paramedics, I was temporarily jolted back to
reality and I went and opened the door. I could now move but couldn't
speak.
I just stood there numbly shaking my head, feeling completely
helpless as dozens of paramedics, police and firemen rushed past me into
our home. I didn't cry, and I wanted to scream at them to leave her
alone but I couldn't speak. She was on the floor and they were shocking
her tiny body, in the little bedroom with the yellow painted walls and
clown wallpaper. I stood there praying in my head, that they would just
leave her alone, that they would get out of her bedroom and that I would
wake up from this horrible dream.
Then I heard someone saying there was a faint pulse and I suddenly
felt hopeful, she was rushed from the house in an ambulance. It was then
that the homicide detectives led us into another room and the
interrogation began.
They decided that my husband and I needed to be questioned in separate
rooms. I immediately realized they suspected that we had done this to
our child. We all know that perfect children do not suddenly die, for no
reason. I was silent, I had already decided in my own mind that this was
somehow all my fault and although I wasn't quite sure what I had done to
kill her, I was convinced that I had somehow caused this to happen.
Perhaps,
I was being punished by god for a sin or perhaps, it happened because I
had let her cry herself to sleep that night. The fact remained that my
child was dead and "good mother's" do not have dead children.
My husband began to protest loudly about the line of questioning and
he demanded we be taken immediately to the hospital, to see our child.
The detectives finally took us to the hospital and put us in the "bad
news room" and the doctor came and insisted we sit down, before he spoke
to us. He began telling us that they had tried this and that and then
finally he said the words that would echo in my ears for a lifetime "she
is dead."
The pediatrician whom I so respected and adored broke down and cried
when I gave her the news on the phone. She went back and forth
defending the vaccine, that she was told was safe, and blaming it for
killing my child and those who told her it was safe. She then told me
that she also had another patient, an infant boy, die after this same
vaccination.
Then the detectives took us home for more questions. Often repeating
the same questions several times until they grew tired of asking them.
The questions constantly centered around our involvement, then they
searched the house and checked for signs of forced entry. My husband
repeatedly told them, that he thought the vaccine had killed our child
and told them over and over, about her unusual behavior, since she was
vaccinated. Everyone we knew arrived at our house. I made coffee and
tidied the house, like it was any other day and we were having "guests".
Shock is a strange and wonderful thing and of course you don't know you
are in it.
My parents finally insisted on taking me to their house for a few
days, while my husband and his friends had the horrendous task, of
packing up the nursery because I couldn't stand to look at it any
longer. The room I had so lovingly made was now empty and a source of
great pain.
Several days later, after the funeral and the tiny white coffin, that
was so small my husband carried it alone. When I finally came out of
shock and allowed myself to cry, it was a river. I cried for all the
things I would never do with my daughter. All the ballet classes I would
never take her to, the wedding I would never attend, the grandchildren
I would never know and all the dreams I would never realize with her. I
cried for all that was and all that would never be. There was an
emptiness inside of me that threatened to swallow me up whole, as I fell
into the depths of grief during the darkest days of my life.
The detectives eventually became satisfied, that we had not harmed
our daughter in any way and the investigation into her death ended. We
were then left without answers.
The doctors did not want to talk about her death being related in any
way to the vaccine and one after the other, refused to answer our many
questions. I was repeatedly told that vaccines were for "the greater
good." I was even told that loss of life through immunization was
"expected" on the war against disease but these losses were considered
to be at "acceptable" levels. However, this did not feel very
acceptable or good to me as a mother with empty arms that ached for my
child. The coroner finally told us months later that the cause of death
was determined to be "SIDS" (sudden infant death syndrome) meaning "no
known cause" and refused to release a copy of the autopsy report to us.
It took almost a year for us to obtain this report and to our great
horror, we realized that the autopsy summery was copied directly from
the vaccine product monograph under the heading "Contraindications" as
follows. "Sudden infant death syndrome has been reported following
administration of vaccines containing Diphtheria, tetanus toxoids, and
pertussis vaccine. However, the significance of these reports is not
clear. One common factor is the age where primary immunization was done
between the age of 2 to 6 months, a period where most sudden infant
death syndromes are found to occur with a peak incidence being at 2 to 4
months."
There was no toxicology testing performed and the pediatrician never
filed an adverse vaccine reaction report with health authorities. I
later learned that most vaccine-induced deaths in this country are
listed, as SIDS and SIDS statistics are NOT included in vaccine adverse
reaction data, even if a child dies only a few hours after receiving
inoculation. This data is presented to physicians and the public to
reassure them that vaccines are safe.
The governments own literature advises that there has been little
or no testing in the area of vaccine safety or efficacy. Essentially,
our children are the test. According to their literature, immunization
is "the most cost effective" way to prevent disease. Nowhere in their
literature does it claim to be the safest. We are trading our
children's lives to save the government money. We are told that the
benefits outweigh the risks but many of the diseases that we vaccinate
for are not even life threatening, however the vaccine itself has the
potential to kill. Vaccines kill at a much higher rate than we are led
to believe. We play vaccine roulette with our children's lives and we
never know which child will fall victim next.
If the odds are 1 in 500 thousand for death, 1 in 100 thousand for
permanent brain injury, 1 in 1700 for seizures and convulsions or one in
100 for adverse reaction are you willing to take that chance? Are any
odds acceptable enough to convince you to gamble with your child's life?
I can assure you that death from vaccination is neither quick nor
painless. I helplessly watched my daughter suffer an excruciatingly
slow death as she screamed and arched her back in pain, while the
vaccine did as it was intended to do and assaulted her immature immune
system. The poisons used as preservatives, seeped through her tiny body
overwhelming her vital organs one by one until they collapsed. It is an
image that will haunt me forever and I hope no other parent ever has to
witness. A death sentence considered too inhumane for this county's
most violent criminals was handed down to my beautiful, innocent, infant
daughter, death by lethal injection.
Today on my daughter's birthday, I will grieve not only for the loss
of my own child but for all the innocent children for which the benefits
of vaccines do not outweigh the risks and are unnecessarily sentenced to
death by lethal injection, under the guise of "the greater good." The
true war is not against disease; we have somehow become our own worst
enemy by putting our faith in science instead of nature. Today, I call
on all mothers across the world to join me in putting an end to this
senseless slaughter of our most precious resource, our children.
Christine Colebeck
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