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Jan. 22nd, 2009 02:28 amI've to be up in 3 hours, same as usual. But I don't mind. Because the weekend in Edinburgh made me realise just how lucky I am to have the people I have around me, helping me get to be a midwife. I don't deliver babies. Never have. Am getting to the stage now where it's increasingly unlikely I ever will. I'm not entirely happy with the phrase catching babies, because it implies I just turn up for the part where they drop and that's all that I do, but until I find a better phrase it'll do.
(There's no reason in the world why it has to be my hands a baby lands in, no reason why it can't be the woman's/partner's/whoever. Cos it's a bloody normal thing to be doing. Normal normal normal. They're slippery little beggars, mind.)
You could spot the Irish contingent by the wincing whenever anyone spoke of delivering a woman (and the arguing and the questioning, guest lecturers get warned about us.)
I wasn't jaded before the nerdery, but I wasn't far off it. I've been bored lately, not learning much at college and not being challenged makes me lose interest. The weekend made me realise how lucky I am to be surrounded by people who have similar views on pregnancy and birth as I do. (Normal normal NORMAL!) And it challenged my ways of thinking, made me think more on services here as opposed to in the UK, made me more determined than ever to get the hell out of hospitals once I qualify.
And yeah, not quite an epiphany, more of a reawakening. I got a lot out of that weekend (still am, if you count sputum.) And I'm very glad I went. So that's that.
(There's no reason in the world why it has to be my hands a baby lands in, no reason why it can't be the woman's/partner's/whoever. Cos it's a bloody normal thing to be doing. Normal normal normal. They're slippery little beggars, mind.)
You could spot the Irish contingent by the wincing whenever anyone spoke of delivering a woman (and the arguing and the questioning, guest lecturers get warned about us.)
I wasn't jaded before the nerdery, but I wasn't far off it. I've been bored lately, not learning much at college and not being challenged makes me lose interest. The weekend made me realise how lucky I am to be surrounded by people who have similar views on pregnancy and birth as I do. (Normal normal NORMAL!) And it challenged my ways of thinking, made me think more on services here as opposed to in the UK, made me more determined than ever to get the hell out of hospitals once I qualify.
And yeah, not quite an epiphany, more of a reawakening. I got a lot out of that weekend (still am, if you count sputum.) And I'm very glad I went. So that's that.
