The Midwife From Hell

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...

The Midwife From Hell Book release date is August 25th, 2017. Here are a sneak peak chapters in the book. If you are interested in Pre-Ordering the book you can submit a form or simply just click on the Buy Now Button on the sidebar. * The Bathroom *. The Day After * The Car Ride Blues * The Death Photographer * Husband's Grief * The Night Nurse * The Phone Call * Depression * Missing Twin Sydrome

Laying in a puddle of blood on top on a gurney my second baby was born. Lifeless, pale, blue, and silent. My vision seemed to be blurry as though I was watching a horror movie through the lens of a camera. I knew something was wrong and the Midwife was not there. Something was very wrong

                            Twin Akilah                  Twin Akilah and Cousin 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. 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. When I upload these images I see her within Akilah my beautiful sweet Aminah. The Midwife From Hell

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