tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78166856828368383582024-03-05T08:57:59.197-06:00The Midwife From HellDreah Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264363350519451873noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816685682836838358.post-80678080966637316812019-09-10T19:00:00.002-05:002019-09-10T19:00:37.894-05:00Baby Amir<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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AMIR ANTHONY<br />
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Welcome my newest edition to my family, my 4th Born Son, Amir Anthony. He was born August 5, 2019 at 2:40 pm at Mercy Birth Center in St. Louis, MO. He is a Leo and is the most wonderful baby.<br />
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It is a blessing to have a big family. My family has expanded over the last 10 years and I am so grateful but I have not forgot about that Midwife and I will never forget what she did to my family, to my sweet baby girl.<br />
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Thank you everyone who has supported my Blog and Aminahs cause. Stay tuned for more blog post.Dreah Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264363350519451873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816685682836838358.post-40399363092369313242019-03-29T19:45:00.003-05:002019-03-29T19:47:21.649-05:00Is Home Birth Safe in 2019?Stay tuned for my thoughtsDreah Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264363350519451873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816685682836838358.post-79645534780077956152018-09-14T18:54:00.001-05:002018-09-14T18:54:11.998-05:00Meet Anansi<p dir="ltr">Anansi is the newest edition to our family.<br>
Anansi just turned 1 on August 29th. He was born to midwives in a birth center located in a hospital.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Anansi was born at 41 weeks. He popped before he came into the world so he was rushed upstairs to the ICU. He had fluids in his lungs but good thing we were not at home and all he had to do was get transferred by elevator upstairs.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Mercy Birth midwives work side by side with the OB's. Because of that more babies will live.<br><br></p>
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I wish I had them both with me. Akilah will be 5 years old and it has been 5 years that the midwife has lived her life without consequence. I like to keep my blog stories short and straight to the point. I will never stop fighting for Aminah. I will fight with the last breath from my body. That midwife will never be able to repay me ya know. It's not about the money. It's about my daughters life, my family, and her twin sister. I dedicated this whole blog to Aminah. I started this blog so that Akilah, her twin sister will be able to look upon the struggle and fight. The memories, the tears, and the love. I will forever and always love you Aminah and you did not get a fair chance.</div>
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<br />Dreah Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264363350519451873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816685682836838358.post-76323484666894268072017-12-08T05:36:00.000-06:002017-12-08T05:36:38.243-06:00I Finally Got a Birth Certificate for Akilah, Aminah's TwinWow, it's been a long time coming. Aminah has been gone almost 5 years now. Time moves so fast. I literally can not believe it. Although I have not blogged in a while, my fight for Aminah has not stopped. As we have added to our family I can't help but to know for sure that my Twin's death was definitely due to negligence of that Midwife.<br />
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Here a few pictures of what Aminah would look like to this day.<br />
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Today is the anniversary of Aminah's passing. This day 4 years ago I was overwhelmed with an undeniable feeling of regret. I felt alone and troubled. My soul just would not rest. In the picture above is Twin Akilah. I always upload pictures of her because this is what Aminah looks like.She was an identical twin. I feel that no matter what I can honestly say that I love Aminah and will continue to dedicate this blog to her in every way possible.</div>
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Dreah Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264363350519451873noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816685682836838358.post-67922375546266997792017-05-14T17:37:00.000-05:002017-05-26T10:48:03.921-05:00Dear Midwife Joann Falcon <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I don't know if you remember me but I chose you as my midwife and you failed me. I chose you as a midwife and you mislead me. I chose you as a midwife and I paid you, even bought all the supplies that you suggested. I trusted you and you failed me. Mislead and ignored me. I chose to talk about my Home Birth disaster even after I knew that I would be ridiculed. I took that risk. I just want the world to know I will never stop showing your face. Yes, your face. The face of the midwife that stood me up at my birth and ran after my baby died. Never made a visit, never sent any flowers, and never sent your condolences. I guess you felt like you didn't owe me that. I guess you felt you didn't owe my daughter that but because of that I will never stop talking about you. I will never stop mentioning your name as the midwife from hell. That's exactly what you are. I hope that one day you will consider what you did and how messy you were and still are for still not reaching out to my family. </div>
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Teaming up with your midwife friends trying to change the blame game. However, you and I know the real story. You took ,my money and ran. You took my daughter's life because you were not there. Your advice was all wrong that night and you never admitted that it was wrong. I will never forget your silence that day. You really knew you fucked up! I remember calling you the next day and you ignored all my phone calls. I remember feeling abandoned, alone , and furious. You failed us and for that I will never stop talking about you. I will never say that you are a good midwife because your character after my babies death was pure disgusting for that I will never stop talking about you.</div>
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Standing in Aminah’s room the door slowly opened and a head peeked through. There<br />
was a Blondie lady standing in between the door smiling asking permission to come in. As<br />
I gave her permission to move forward, she stepped in and shut the large door behind her.<br />
She introduced herself as the nurse photographer. She walked over to me with a camera<br />
around her neck and a bright red folder. She pulled a chair for me to sit down and she sat<br />
loosely on the edge of Aminah’s bed. She began to open the bright red folder and out fell<br />
two pieces of paper in front of me. I had seemed to catch them in thin air before they hit<br />
the floor. Looking up at the nurse while arranging the papers she apologized and moved<br />
on to why she was there.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The nurse photographer standing in front of me stated that she<br />
worked for the hospital and she was there to offer me moments with my daughter<br />
completely free of charge a courtesy of the hospital. I was confused looking at her as if<br />
she was in the wrong room. “Photographer?” I asked, she shook her head and walked<br />
over to the dry erase board in the corner next to the window and wrote her name and<br />
contact information on it. “If you would like to have photos taken please contact me I<br />
would love to capture your moments,” said the photographer. She walked over to the<br />
table on her way out of the door and arranged the papers back in the bright red folder, she<br />
brought the folder over to me and placed them in my hands, turned around and walked<br />
out the door. I stood up and tossed the folder on top of my other belongings in the corner<br />
of the room on the single couch. I found myself taking a deep breath to clear my<br />
thoughts. I eased up out of my seat and walked over to Twin Aminah.<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As I stood in front of her, I could not help but notice that her resemblance was not the same of her twin<br />
sister even though they were identical I just did not see the resemblance. It was the<br />
oxygen deprivation and all the medicines the hospital had her doped up on during her<br />
stay. I knew those factors determined her rather sickly appearance. I hated seeing her like<br />
that, so little and helpless. I did not want to leave her alone. My husband was not strong<br />
enough for the visits. I found myself fighting for time with her, for he thought it was a<br />
waste of time because in his mind she was already gone. I was still fighting though. I had<br />
to.Everything in me wanted her to recover. I kept thinking about that photographer.<br />
What was her purpose? What moments was she trying to capture? My baby was sick why<br />
would anyone want to capture a sick baby. My mind began to wonder. I felt as though<br />
she was some type of messenger, a messenger that I did not want to communicate with.<br />
She made me feel uncomfortable when she was around. I did not like or understand her<br />
acquaintance with me. The next time I seen her she was capturing moments before my<br />
baby died. I knew there was something about her.<br />
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Dreah Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264363350519451873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816685682836838358.post-41419328090048836032017-04-28T19:31:00.003-05:002017-05-05T08:27:02.686-05:00Chapters for the book The Midwife From Hell, Release Date Aug, 25th, 2017The Midwife From Hell Book release date is August 25th, 2017. Here are a sneak peak chapters in the book.<br />
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* Missing Twin SydromeDreah Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264363350519451873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816685682836838358.post-89201993028326006012017-04-28T19:21:00.000-05:002017-04-28T19:21:26.979-05:00The Midwife From Hell<div style="text-align: center;">
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Twin Akilah and Cousin<br />
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Akilah is such a ball of energy. She is so articulate, smart, and such a diva. She is very emotional and sweet. She is bold and has a very good memory. I tell her all the time that she is a twin. She knows what twin means. For some reason twin books, shows,and presents all come in some type of twin form to her like a special gift from someone special.<br />
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I call Akilah "Ibeji" Which is African for twin representation. I also call her "Twin". I call her these names so she will always known she is special and was born special and survived under special circumstances.<br />
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When I upload these images I see her within Akilah my beautiful sweet Aminah.<br />
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The Midwife From HellDreah Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264363350519451873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816685682836838358.post-37373639859834770452017-02-20T01:18:00.000-06:002017-02-20T01:20:20.801-06:00The Negro Child Birth PoliticianEvery 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.<br />
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I have tried to partner with many people but somehow I have been told that my blog is to political. 😕😕😕.<br />
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At first I though about it for a moment. It may be. Wow, just what the world needs a Negro childbirth politician.<br />
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I am so tired of having to meet other peoples standards to fit in. I will not change the depth of the content.<br />
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My message is always the same be smart when birthing at home.<br />
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<i> Sometimes words can't express how you feel.</i>Dreah Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264363350519451873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816685682836838358.post-79723078540282003022017-02-11T20:35:00.006-06:002017-02-11T20:35:53.396-06:00Who can Attend a Grievance hearing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Rachel discussing through email who can attend the Grievance hearing.</div>
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. Most of all the Midwife failed me.<br />
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I just found out on New Years eve 🎉🎉🎉<br />
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Follow my blog for new updates on this pregnancy.<br />
Also Follow The Midwife From Hell blog for more updates on midwives and accountability.Dreah Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264363350519451873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816685682836838358.post-26966804978842499352017-01-03T00:53:00.000-06:002017-02-10T03:20:46.163-06:00Running away from AccountabilityThere is not a day that goes by that I dont think about Twin Aminah. The most painful part about May 24, 2013 is she didn't have to die. Not only did she not have to die Aminah nor my family received any recourse for her death. Her death was kicked under a rug. There were many people responsible that night for the condition of my new born baby. The midwife system is very corrupt and very trendy. Don't let these women fool you. You know, the home birth enthusiast, the midwives, the doulas, NARM, or the private owned ultasound businesses.<br />
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NARM and their midwives are running away from accountability. These CPA's want to birth babies at home with no accountability. Meaning if something happens they are going to run behind NARM and NARM and their state Associations will protect them.<br />
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So many babies have died in the hands of unqualified midwives and it has to stop. Of course birthing at home can be a beautiful moment but also know it can turn into a nightmare really quick. Be smart and weigh all your options and most importantly RESEARCH YOUR MIDWIFE.<br />
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Criminal checks/background check<br />
Check for sanctions<br />
Research complaints<br />
Research address<br />
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Visit home if possible<br />
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This blog means so much to me through Aminah we hope to educate and bring awareness to midwives from hell.<br />
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The Midwife From HellDreah Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264363350519451873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816685682836838358.post-47081992931069006962016-05-29T19:30:00.002-05:002016-05-29T19:30:58.153-05:00I will never forget what Joann Falcon did to me that nightI know it has been a while since I have updated my blog. So much has happened over the last year. My business has flourished and I just have been so focused on making it a success. On May 24, 2016 Twin Akilah celebrated her 3rd birthday without Twin Aminah. The birthdays are always bitter sweet. This year we decided to let balloons go at the home where my twins were born. I just hate it that the midwife got away with murdering my daughter. I will never forget that night and everything I went through. My husband and Twin Aminah's siblings were left to pick up the pieces. My advice to women who are still following my blog. Stay away from home birth you never know what will happen. I will soon pick up on my blog post<br />
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The Midwife From HellDreah Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264363350519451873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816685682836838358.post-74064971501281259642016-01-24T06:33:00.000-06:002016-01-24T06:49:29.965-06:00Memoirs from Dreah LouisI remember that day. That morning I knew I had to let you go. I was so hopeful. I was so faithful. My pain was real. I wanted to un-do it. I wanted to rewind time. I was lonely. I felt like a small child, feelings on the ground. I had to be strong because people were watching, waiting on me to break. I remember the late night drives to the hospital just to see you lay there, breathing but not alert. My heat broke every time I left your room and couldn't take you home. Deep down I knew the nightmare would eventually end but I never knew you were my sacrifice to wake up.<br />
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I remember when your father was not strong enough to see you the way you were but I had to be. I was still your mommy. I hated not being able to be with you for 24 hours of the day. I have no idea the things they did to you when I wasn't around. The bad new never stopped. I felt the doctors were so tired of comforting me that their support began to diminish when the medical charges continued to rack up.<br />
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You know, the sad part was the midwife never showed up one time to the hospital. She never seen you one time in your hospital bed. I felt betrayed, to have put trust in someone and the treatment afterward being so diabolical, it was sad. The lady responsible for your delivery never came to see you. That hurt the most. What did I get myself into? Nights of no sleep, grief, depression and no to forget to mention everyone was upset with me because my decision.<br />
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It was enough to make you insane. I was enough to make you want to kill yourself. Everything was falling apart. My family, my marriage, my body was hurt, my heart had a large hole. I had never felt so alone in my life but I had a new baby girl. She was beautiful. I felt it was unfair to her because she was born under harsh circumstance and it wasn't her fault. I told myself I was going to have to pull myself together for her. She probably didn't see my smile until at least 3 months.<br />
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Pain is real. If you have ever lost a loved one you understand what I am saying. I decided to be grateful that I was still alive and my 1st twin was still able to bless me with her presence. Healing myself and my family took a long time. My husband and I are lucky to of had a strong friendship before we had children and marriage because I think that if it wasn't for our strong friendship and bond we wouldn't have made it after Aminah's death.<br />
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When I created this blog it was initially for my twin daughter Akilah. During my hard time I started the blog to just write my feeling down instead of keeping them bottled inside. I received so much criticism when I started the blog. Women wrote very mean, cruel, and unethical things to me despite my loss. I was called all type of names and I can't recall how many personal emails I got from people that shamed me. Many times I was a click away from deleting the whole blog but then I started receive positive feedback from the women that mattered the most. Women who were about to home birth and didn't have all the facts. Women thanked me from all over the world for sharing my story. I truly believe that was the point intended when I initially made this blog. My vision was to clouded then to realize it.<br />
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As my twin gets older I want her to have memories of her mother's fight and struggle to keep her sister's name relevant. The death of my daughter has made me the woman that I am today. Not a mother proud of the decision I made a few years ago but the way I handled my dilemma after the account. Never have I or would I ever try to ignore that fact that my daughter didn't live. What I will do is honor her name the best way I can.<br />
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"The Midwife From Hell"Dreah Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264363350519451873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816685682836838358.post-14274969831194922262016-01-18T15:36:00.001-06:002016-01-18T15:36:48.045-06:00Ban Home BirthI wonder how many women lost their baby to home birth and are just not speaking out about it? I wonder how many are blaming their self for the tragedy? I always wonder why the women decide to keep quiet. Actually, I know why they keep quiet. I remember when I first decided to open up about loosing my daughter to home birth, I remember how cruel women were to me. I was called every name in the book. I remembered getting so much hate mail. I remember so many women sharing my blog post in other groups talking bad about me. I remember all of that and if your not strong enough to deal with that, I can see why a woman would opt out to not share that tragedy.<br />
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Maybe the women feels as though it was their fault. Maybe the midwife was able to brainwash her client making her feel like she did everything she could to save their baby.If you had your baby at home and something happened to your baby I just would like to let you know that all options were not exhausted. I started this blog to educate women on the risks of home birthing. I tell women the truth. You may not see my blog with the other blogs about home birth disasters because women initially don't search for tragedies or disasters when education themselves about home birth at the begining. Women go straight to the beauty parts about home birth. Watching Youtube videos, reading beautiful birth stories, watching home birth movies, asking friends whom have home birthed, reading crappy statistics on the safety, reading the NARM site, speaking to prominent doula's, or whatever else the woman can get her hands on.<br />
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I wonder if the horror, disaster, tragedy stories were put in the for front of the search engines what would the effect be? If women were able to see the negative aspects of home birth before seeing the so-called positive aspects of birthing at home, I wonder would women continue on their quest of having babies at home? Most likely many would still take that risk but I can assure you if I would have read home birth disaster stories first and not seen beautiful home birth twin stories on the net I probably would still have my twin baby girl now.<br />
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Years have gone by and my twin daughter Akilah is getting bigger and bigger. Every time her birthday comes around I have this bittersweet moment. Her birthday brings back so many sad memories. When Akilah was born me and her father did not get to properly celebrate the birth because we were so miserable. Although we were miserable we still have to be strong and celebrate the beauty of May 24th. Yet in 2014 we had one baby alive and one baby fighting for her life. A baby who never got the chance to be delivered properly.<br />
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For that reason alone that is why I truly started this blog. I feel it is my duty to protect other mothers from the same situation happening to them.<br />
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Home birth should be banned in America. There is absolutely no accountability. Until there is some, no woman should be able to birth at home. There is a lot of work that needs to be done with these midwives and no more babies should have to die in the hands of careless midwives.<br />
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<br />Dreah Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264363350519451873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816685682836838358.post-80039694414123401062016-01-13T09:19:00.001-06:002016-01-13T09:19:51.347-06:00The Mid-WitchI dedicate this chapter of my blog to the Mid-witch. I know your probably thinking what is a Mid-witch? A Mid-witch is a Midwife Witch. This Mid-witch is a woman that happens to be a midwife by profession but a witch by night. This woman studies birth, women, and babies but also does witch craft. I know most people reading this right now probably think that this is a joke but I am being so serious. The Mid-witch is sent out all over the world to do dirty work. I always wondered to myself. Did The Midwife From Hell that I chose, did she do what she did on purpose? Maybe she was jealous of my me because I was having twins. Maybe she sabotaged my birth on purpose. Maybe this isn't the first time she has done this. Maybe she did what she did because she knew that she was going to get away with it. The Mid-witch relies more on wit and faith when attempting to delivering babies. The Mid-witches worships the devil. Mid-witches don't use common sense. These women will do magic, put you under their spell. Persuade you that nothing will happen to you or your baby. Many may think that I am going overboard about Mid-witches but don't think that I am to crazy. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion but mid-witches are all over the world. Don't let a mid-witch flatter you so much that you are blinded from thinking rational. Sometimes if not often these mid-witches hope to find a easy, naive, gullible women to prey on.<br />
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The MidwitchDreah Louishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264363350519451873noreply@blogger.com0