From when I was in Dublin 3 hours ago: Where's my snow? I want snow! Everyone else seems to have it.
From being in Drawwda now: Feckin' snow, feckin' ice, feckin' buses possibly not running tomorrow assuming I can even get to it without breaking my neck. Schools here are closed tomorrow. First time in my memory that's happened.
I'm just a little grumpy as I've just found out that my parent education session that I'm leading (50 minutes, with 10 for questions... Ha, right.) is on:
- 2nd stage of labour (from full cervical dilatation to birth of the babby)
- 3rd stage of labour (birth of babby to birth of placenta. Would you like your synt now? Givvus that placenta faster!)
- immediate care of the newborn (ah g'wan, that babby needs a vit k shot, nope, I don't care that it was a perfectly normal birth of a term baby! Shroud waving about haemolytic disease! Watch me wave that shroud!)
- tagging babbies (no stealing babbies! No, stoppit!)
- C-section (cos obviously as yer midwife I'll be doing them, oh, no, wait...)
- instrumental deliveries (don't come near me in labour. Not until I shake this curse of occiput posterior. In the meantime, if you insist, here's the kiwi and the ventouse and the forceps (eep))
What's irking is how much there is to cover there in a one hour slot, including question time. Our lectures on that would have come to... oooh.... about a dozen hours. Excluding tutorials, of which there were many about labour. Many. I'm expected to leave people with an idea of each of them after 50 minutes or so? Ha!
Also, quite cold and PMSy. Rar.
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