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subject: I'm Finally a Baby by:Dr GW Graham [print this page]

A True Story - Sort of
A True Story - Sort of

I must have sat in the pre birth station for a long time.

It was massive. As far as you could see, there was nothing

but seats with little TV screens. Each seat had a child in

wating. One of the other kids said it looked like a big

train station. Whatever that meant. I haven't the foggiest

idea what a train is.

Like all the other children, I just sat there, forever

it seems, watching my new parents on my screen. Well,

I hoped they would be my new parents. They were a

beautiful couple. I watched them grow up, go to school

and get married. I listened in as they talked about

having children. ME!

But as time passed, nothing happened.

Some of the supervisors came by and asked if I wanted

to be reassigned to a different couple. But I loved my

mom and dad. So I sat there watching the screen, praying

for something to happen.

Then one day my parents decided to go visit a "Baby

Doctor". He tested both mom and dad. He then guaranteed

that for $1400 per month he would get them a baby.

Things were looking up.

So mom took the medications for month after month. She

used little glass sticks to tell her when she was hot.

Then she and dad kissed a lot.

But, still, nothing happened.

So they went to another doctor and he said that for

$2000 a month he would get her pregnant.

Three more doctors couldn't do anything. The last one

said something about "Poly Cystic Ovaries." Whatever

that means.

Mom cried a lot after that.

My grandmother worked for someone that did business

with a man who made people healthier by working on

their homes. Didn't use pills or shots. He didn't

even touch people. Just touched their homes.

So they called him.

He told them how certain things in the home interfered

with mom's body. They talked about cleaning products,

and wall paper, and sofas. He said the body can't work

right if the body is polluted by stuff in the house.

He kept using the term "Environmental Estrogens". He

said these estrogens interfered with the estrogens

that were in her body already. I didn't understand.

Mom did.

He found out that their biggest environmental estrogen

came from mold in their basement. Some kind of water

leak, he said.

He told them, "If you can't drink it, don't spray it."

That was the Rule of Thumb when buying cleaning products

or having someone work with your home's environment.

So they changed their cleaning products, did things

all natural, and cleaned out the mold in their home.

They got all the doctor's medicines and chemicals out

of mom's body. The people who cleaned out the mold

were willing to drink their mold removal material in

front of my parents. They said it tasted horrible but

was perfectly safe.

They told my parents that most mold removing things

did more damage to the body than the mold.

Well, two months later, the supervisor came by my

seat and said "get ready."

It was TIME!

My name is Heather. The doctors say I'm perfectly

healthy.

I still remember that phrase, "If you can't drink

it, don't spray it."

Happy Birthday!

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About the author

Dr GW Graham

30 Years in Environmental Counseling

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