This past summer I met a young couple who lost their two month old son within twelve hours of receiving eight vaccines. I also met the maternal grandmother; and although she said very little, I could feel her intense pain for the loss of her grandson, and even more for the pain that her daughter and son in law were experiencing. Perhaps my sensitivity for the grandmother stemmed from being the mother of three adult daughters and knowing that, no matter how old our children are, we don't want them to hurt.
I recently received this message from another grandmother . . . "I am a grandmother of a beautiful grandson who passed just days after his 6 month old shots. I would love to submit his story. It is my goal in life to spread the word of how these vaccinations are killing and disabling our children." Below is that story. Please read and share Jonah's story so that Jonah, with the help of his grandmother, will protect other children from harm and families from the heartache that vaccines can and do cause.
Jonah Eugene Riley
June 29, 2015 ~ January 8, 2016
I am the heartbroken grandmother to an angel, Jonah Eugene Riley. Jonah came June 29, 2015 through natural childbirth, his mommy didn't want any drugs that might negatively affect her bundle of joy. I knew immediately he was special, 7 lbs 7 oz. God's perfect number, and he was just that perfect. He was the light of our lives. Lucky for his grandparents, he and his sister, lived with their mom and dad, just steps from their grandparents' house. We spent everyday of his life with him. We never missed any milestone in his short life. He was one of the happiest babies I had ever been around. Unlike many children, his parents never left him in the care of anyone but themselves. We were blessed with a couple of hours while they Christmas shopped, and drop in visits each evening before bed. Jonah surely had stolen this grandmas heart.
On December 30, 2015 my daughter and her husband took our sweet grandson to his 6 month check up. With that check up of course came more shots. I always shuttered at the amount of shots these poor babies were getting. On that visit Jonah was 19lbs 10oz. 27.5in long. He was growing and developing at a great rate. On this visit his big sister Birdie held his hand as he got the required shots. Rotavirus; Prevnar13; DTap; and Hib. They offered a flu vaccine that day, but my daughter declined as she thought he had enough shots already. These shots immediately changed our sweet Jonah. His sleep patterns were off. He either wanted to sleep endlessly, or not at all. He became so fussy. He just seemed uncomfortable, no matter what you did. His poor little cheeks became red and inflamed looking. My daughter continuosly put lotion on those sweet little cheeks, believing it had to be chapped from his drooling. He never seemed like the same baby after these shots. I could never put my finger on it, until it was too late.
January 7, 2016, I was working and had called home and sweet Jonah was with Grandpa being rocked. So my husband put the phone to his sweet little ear so I could tell him Goodnight. Never did I think I would never get to tell him that again. He squealed to me over the phone, the last sound this grandma ever heard from her sweet boy.
January 8, 2016, a day that will forever be etched in my heart. My daughter had woke to him at around 1:30 in the morning to feed him. She fed him, and she said now looking back, she feels like he knew he was leaving. He wasn't fussy, he just wanted her to hold him. She laid him down next to her, Jonah rubbed his mommies face and looked her in her eye until they drifted off to sleep.
At around 6:30 Jonah's dad returned from work, he worked the night shift. He looked in on them, everyone seemed to be sleeping peacefully. He changed and left to go to an appointment to have his car serviced. My daughter heard him leave and got up. She called her husband and after a few minutes of talking to him she went back to check on Jonah. Immediately she knew he wasn't breathing. She hung up on her husband and called 911. The 911 operator instructed her to perform CPR, and in just minutes the First Responders were there.
They picked Jonah up and placed him in the ambulance. My daughter ran to our bedroom window pounding on it, she needed us. I flew out of bed, and met my daughter on the front porch. This is when she told me, my sweet boy wasn't breathing. She barely got that out when a fireman came towards us and said, "your baby is dead." He then turned to walk away. We both said what?? The fireman continued to walk away. As the police, investigators, medical examiner, and many neighbors arrived, I continued saying, he just had his shots. He was fine before his shots. It felt as tho no one could hear me. The investigators immediately treated my poor daughter like a criminal. After all she had a newborn, 3 yr old, and her husband worked nights. Was I sure she wasn't overwhelmed?? No, she was never overwhelmed. She lived, and breathed for her babies. Then came the medical examiner, the recreation of events. Having her lay in the very spot and have a babydoll as a stand in for her now deceased baby. Again, I said he had just had shots. After they finished taking photos, asking questions, and interviewing his parents, they allowed my daughter and son in law to go into the ambulance to see Jonah. My daughter asked me to go and see him too, after they finished. I crawled into the back of that ambulance and saw my sweet lil angel. He looked to be sleeping, I stroked his cheek, and I promised him as I gently kissed him, that as long as his grandma had air in her, that I would tell his story. I would make sure anyone I could get to listen would hear how those shots stole you from us. This was what I thought was the worst day of my life, no those days were still ahead of me.
January 15, 2016. It was the last time I was able to touch the shell of the body of my sweet grandson. It was one of the longest days, or so it seemed. What I would do to touch his sweet face one more time. I was hurting for his loss, but more for the pain I saw in his mom and dad.
Of course I just knew that when his autopsy was released that it would say, SIDS, or complications of vaccines. I was wrong... The autopsy claimed that due to co-sleeping he suffocated. I will never accept this. He was 19lbs. He was strong. At anytime he could have rolled over. I understand that they had to put something on his death certificate. They placed the blame from these vaccines onto my daughter who now will forever live with this guilt.
Within 6 to 8 weeks, February 28, 2016 our local newspaper, The Ocala Star Banner, wrote an article. An article to say that there would be no charges filed against my daughter, as the autopsy showed accidental death due to co-sleeping. No one notified my daughter there would be a story in our newspaper using all but one digit of our home address, and the full names of my daughter, her husband, and sweet granddaughter. We were notified by a neighbor on a Sunday Morning that the article was in the paper. The article would have been a wonderful thing, had it been written in truth. Truth to educate other parents the danger, not of co-sleeping, but of the poison we continue to inject into our innocent babies.
A message from JFS... I wish that I could say that Jonah's story is rare. Sadly, it is not. Despite the fact that children die within hours or days of receiving vaccines; as shared in Asia's story and in many stories at "We Remember", infant and young children's deaths following vaccines are classified as SIDS and SUID and "undetermined." Co-sleeping is implicated on autopsy reports and death certificates while vaccines are not even mentioned. Parents are left to live with heartbreaking grief; unanswered questions; and often incredible guilt. Please keep these parents and grandparents in your thoughts and prayers. God bless and take care...
"For there is nothing hidden that will not become visible,
and nothing secret that will not be known and come to light." - Luke 8:17