The Midwife From Hell

I know I have been neglecting my blog but not a day goes by that I don't think of my precious Angel Aminah. Many of you may know that the twins birthday is May 24th and Twin Akilah is as beautiful as ever. 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. Signing off your momma.

Wow, 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. Anyways.........I'm proven record that you may still receive a delayed birth certificate for a home birth. Here a few pictures of what Aminah would look like to this day. Identical Twin Akilah Born 1st Identical Twin Akilah Born 1st Identical Twin Akilah Born 1st Happy Blogging

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. Sometimes I look at Twin Akilah and just cry because she is so special and smart and she is missing her other part but everyday I show her pictures and remind her who Aminah is. I tell her what happened and I tell Akilah why she is special. I tell her your a twin!!!! I tell her she is so special that God had to make two. I have mourned for so long today is a Celebration. We will honor you our special Ibeji Holiday. We Love you Aminah.

So today I have a midwife appointment baby due soon. I will be recording my whole trip. Since this is my last baby I want this to be special. I will be recording these weeks until delivery. Hope you stay tuned in.

Dear Midwife Joann Falcon, 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 ...

The Death Photographer Standing in Aminah’s room the door slowly opened and a head peeked through. There was a Blondie lady standing in between the door smiling asking permission to come in. As I gave her permission to move forward, she stepped in and shut the large door behind her. She introduced herself as the nurse photographer. She walked over to me with a camera around her neck and a bright red folder. She pulled a chair for me to sit down and she sat loosely on the edge of Aminah’s bed. She began to open the bright red folder and out fell two pieces of paper in front of me. I had seemed to catch them in thin air before they hit the floor. Looking up at the nurse while arranging the papers she apologized and moved on to why she was there. The nurse photographer standing in front of me stated that she worked for the hospital and she was there to offer me moments with my daughter completely free of charge a courtesy of the hospital. I was confused ...

The Night Nurse   Old, Pale, and Fragile, The Night Nurse introduced herself by writing her name on the white board in  Aminah’s  room.  She walked right over to  Aminah  and began her routine vitals check.  She looked up at me and smiled. “How is she doing today?” The night nurse asked. “She is the same as the day before”, I replied. I immediately walked over to twin  Akilah  crying for milk in her car seat.  I carefully picked  Akilah  up and out of her car seat and began to playfully bounce her around while pacing the floor of  Aminah’s  room.  The walking around  Aminah’s  room was not pleasing twin  Akilah’s  cries.  Walking over to the single couch sitting in the corner of the room I began to prop  Akilah  for a feeding.  As I began to pull my breast out to feed, I noticed the nurse pulling the curtain surrounding me, allowing me privacy while breast-fee...