11/10/2025
This gave me full body chills...
"đď¸ Did you ever wonder why the babyâs taken across the room? Why the cord is clamped fast, the mother left shaking, the lights so bright it feels like judgment?
Did you ever feel the stillnessâthe eerie quiet when the fatherâs hands are empty, the grandmotherâs not in the room, and the newborn is nowhere near a breast?
Itâs not just medicine.
Itâs not just policy.
Itâs a ritual.
And itâs not ours.
𧏠They inject pig-derived Pitocin to mimic the hormone God designed to flood a womanâs brain in labor. But it doesnât reach the brain. It only contracts the body.
The love doesnât flow.
The imprint doesnât land.
The bonding doesnât seal.
Just pressure. Just force.
đ Synthetic love.
⥠Counterfeit release.
đ§ Neurological silence.
And while the woman is watched but not touched, while the baby is wiped but not suckled, while the father is praised for being âsupportiveâ but not leadingâ
they cut the thread.
đś The mother-baby dyad was made to reflect divine intimacy. To pass down trust, peace, protection.
But when itâs brokenâ
the body remembers.
The child stores the grief.
The mother learns disconnection.
The father fades from view.
Thatâs how it starts. But it doesnât end there.
Then come the bottles.
The cribs.
The high chairs.
The eight-hour separations called school.
The praise of independence that is really just early detachment.
The lie that the nuclear family is enough. That Mom runs the home. That Dad is just for weekends. That children are safest raised by strangers in buildings funded by gods they do not know.
đłď¸ We are not looking at broken systems.
We are looking at precision-engineered fragmentation.
And you feel it. Youâve felt it all along.
That something was taken before you could name it.
That someone was missing even while you were being told you had âeverything you need.â
But listen: the lie only wins if we let it.
And we wonât.
We are pulling the babies back to the breast.
We are restoring the mother's voice in the birth room.
We are putting grandmothers back at the table.
We are praying over the placenta.
We are keeping them close at night.
We are burning the counterfeit and walking in the design.
This is not soft work.
It is a holy war"
- written upon the heart of almost every midwife
- author - Cardinal Birth Midwifery Service
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