The 911 call came too late. Her daughter was 32 years old and usually quite healthy. But she refused the COVID vaccinations. She said she took her vitamins and was healthy and that “God is my pilot” and “I don’t want toxins in my body.”
Her mother knew she was running a high fever. She knew she was short of breath frequently … until…
Her 10-year-old grandson couldn’t wake his momma up in bed. “Momma, wake up!” he screamed, shaking her body relentlessly.
Then Jamarr called out to his grandma, “Momma won’t wake up.”
And 911 was called.
The medics could barely get an O2 sat. Her BP was dangerously low. O2 sat 72 percent. Shallow intermittent breathing.
Oxygen mask applied. IV started, the medics turned their emergency lights on and sped to the nearest hospital.
No beds were available.
It is a frequent scene across America. She would have to stay in the ER.
But she didn’t make it to the ER. Medics performed CPR on Maria — rapid CPR to no avail. Asystole. No respirations. No pulse. Despite CPR and IV epinephrine.
The ER physician pronounced her death. Another. Toe tagged. Bodybag.
Body loaded on top of another body in the refrigerated trailer.
Jamarr was hysterical. Screaming. Crying. “I want my momma. Momma, don’t leave me. I want to go to heaven and be with momma now.”
Until he could cry no more.
And this became the most dangerous time.
Jamarr started to act out.
He poked a scissor at his heart, so his grandma could see. At school, he threatened to pierce his heart with a pointed pencil. He’d scribble during math class pictures of him by a tree, hanging from the tree from a noose. He drew pictures of knives and blood dripping down. And he would isolate himself from other students. Non-verbal —but those drawings.
Momma left him behind. He loved his momma.
If only.
Jamarr’s teacher notified the school nurse and principal. The drawings of hanging from a noose in a tree, the knives, the blood, the non-verbal gestures. His teacher and school nurse and his principal decided to call his grandmother to come and take Jamarr to a mental health facility.
Jamarr said he just wanted to die. He just wanted to be in heaven with his mamma.
The social worker accessed Jamarr. She was strong and stoic. But not this time. When her shift was over, she let out a gut-wrenching cry for Jamarr, for the orphaned children of COVID.
A newborn baby girl was delivered by C-section while her mother was on a ventilator in the ICU. The mom was deteriorating. After three weeks, the ICU physicians had determined that this patient was not going to live and that they must take the baby by c-section before the mother died.
The baby’s father had died a week before. He had COVID also. Both were unvaccinated.
This baby girl would grow up to never know her parents.
Five children surrounded their parent’s coffins. Now five orphaned children are grieving the death of their parents.
These parents feared the vaccine more than what might become of their children.
Orphanhood as a result of COVID is a hidden global pandemic in the U.S.
Adverse childhood experiences may be low self-esteem, increased risk of substance abuse, suicide, violence, sexual abuse and exploitation, mental health problems and shorter schooling.
Per the CDC, as of October 2021, it has been estimated that over 140,000 children up to the age of 17, have lost a parent, parents or secondary caregiver due to COVID.
The orphans of COVID — who will care for them now?
Debbie Moore-Black is a nurse who blogs at Do Not Resuscitate.
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