The Cough

“Is this your first child?” our pediatrician asked. I nodded yes. “Okay, your daughter is incredibly bright.”

This I was told after describing the milestones she had reached as of her first birthday. She was speaking in two word sentences and obediently retrieving her shoes upon being asked. This early ability to communicate and understand was something I didn’t understand happened later for most children.

I considered myself a good mom. I was so proud of myself for making every baby well visit. Even though we lived in Brooklyn, I decided Mt. Sinai hospital was the best in all of New York City and so I rode the hour long train ride to NE Central Park every month or three, as the CDC schedule required. One month, three month, six month, one year. I was proud of my dedication to my child’s healthcare.

While she was a young baby I didn’t notice any immediate vaccine injuries—she had severe cradle cap but it wasn’t alarming to me and no one including her doctor ever seemed troubled by it. However, at age 2 the night terrors began. She would scream like a banshee for hours on end. There was no consoling her. I had to lock myself in my room and have her “cry it out”. It felt like torture for the both of us and there was no information online about how to help her other than remove red dye from her diet and try melatonin gummies.

We ended up spending her 3rd birthday in the ER for gastrointestinal problems. She had nightmares for over a year because of the invasive rectal examination. It looked like the doctor was molesting my little girl. I’m sure that’s how she felt. I guess many would consider what he did a legitimate way of examining a patient after the symptoms I described, but I still can’t get it out of my mind. I never wanted a stranger to touch her like that again. No real solutions were offered for the bleeding and chronic, excruciating constipation she experienced, so we went home.

Then the coughing began. A constant tension in her throat that made her cough or hack at least once or twice a minute. She was getting older. Her kindergarten teacher complained. Nobody slept. Our bed time routine broke my heart because as someone sensitive to noise I could hardly stand being around her. I would try to cuddle with her and then lose it after a few minutes and go to my room, leaving her. This persistent cough destroyed my relationship with my child. She felt unlovable and abandoned by her mother. We tried steam baths, teas, lemons, etc. I was even preparing to do a gall bladder cleanse when I realized mainstream medicine had no solutions for her chronic cough.

A friend of mine with an inclination toward natural health and gardening, and a distrust of government posted a docu-series called The Truth About Vaccines. I was noticing that there was a lot of talk about so-called "anti-vaxxers” and I was curious about the movement. What I learned changed my life forever.

I learned about the concept of heavy metal toxicity. The body becomes overloaded with heavy metals including aluminum and mercury and the inflammation is so much of a burden that it causes chronic health conditions.

Using the hypothesis that my daughter might have respiratory inflammation, I searched for a heavy metal detox protocol. I was blessed to stumble upon a facebook group filled with incredible warrior moms, and former military who had overcome serious disease through detox.

The first product I decided to use was a tasteless, odorless zeolite spray. Within two weeks the worst of my daughters symptoms went away. She stopped coughing. Today she sleeps normally too. No more night terrors. I sleep well now too. Two years of insufferable coughing had come to an end. Not because of something my doctor knew about, but because of the brave and determined people within the health freedom movement— and the desperation of a mother looking for answers for someone she loves too much to see suffer.

I am convinced now that vaccines have compromised my children. I blame the medical cartel. Years of sleep and bonding were stolen from me and my children, and still we were some of the luckier ones.

It’s clear to me now that if I had avoided the mainstream pediatricians and the pharmaceutical gods they serve, my children would have had a much better start at life, and motherhood would have been a much more pleasant experience for me. I would have hundreds of hours of my time back. I would have never ended up in the ER those times; we would have had more peace.

My daughter is still bright and academically gifted as her pediatrician announced to me at her one year check-up, and in fact she wants to be a doctor when she grows up, but I assure you I will be steering her in the direction of holistic/functional medicine, or chiropractic care so she grows up to be a true healer. Our current medical paradigm which creates chronic illness by poisoning people with vaccines, creating repeat customers… that model deserves mass resistance.