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The Negro Child Birth Politician

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Every now and then someone reaches out to me. They have read my blog and feel inspired to share their stories. It would be such a beautiful experience if more women could come from under the bed and not be afraid anymore. Sure discussing experiences with each other always helps the soul but informing all women should be the focus. I have tried to partner with many people but somehow I have been told that my blog is to political. 😕😕😕. At first I though about it for a moment. It may be. Wow, just what the world needs a Negro childbirth politician. I am so tired of having to meet other peoples standards to fit in. I will not change the depth of the content. My message is always the same be smart when birthing at home. Signing off Dreah Louis The Midwife From Hell

Saying Goodbye Memoirs

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                                   Sometimes words can't express how you feel.

Who can Attend a Grievance hearing

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Rachel discussing through email who can attend the Grievance hearing. Right out of the horses mouth.

Rachel explaining the grievance process

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Here is a email from Rachel explaining the Grievance process.

I guess she forgot about me

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I guess she forgot about me because she never responded back. Typical from Rachel. 😠😠😠😠

Within Her

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Sitting at the park remembering that night. Wondering if that midwife thinks about Aminah as much as I do. My thoughts are always on overload, knowing that I could have did something different that night. The midwife could have did something different. Twin Akliah and Daddy As I watch twin Aminah play on the Merry-Go-Round with her siblings, I can't help but to feel sad because she is missing her other half. She knows she is a twin but she doesn't know the feeling of what it's like to truly be a twin. I feel she was robbed. We were robbed. Twin Akilah with face paint Twin Akilah The mother in me just will not give up on Aminah even though her flesh is gone. When I first lost Aminah a part of me wanted to hide because I was ashamed of my choices. A part of me was furious, my rage was real and strong. I felt like the MMA (Missouri. Midwife .Association) failed me. I felt like NARM (North American Registry of Midwives) failed me. My lawyer failed me. Mos...