Thank you midwife
I was born into the hands of a student midwife. My lovely mum had hours of labour after an enforced IOL that included all the historical must haves women of the 80’s faced, but when she recollects the memory of my birth she beams about the calm environment that overshawn the medicalised beginning when it was just her, my dad and the midwives. I never knew about this until my career aspirations changed from being in Due South as a Canadian Mountie to being a real life baby catcher back in the UK. I had given up on policing. I was way too soft to be enforcing the law, and had successfully trained as a nurse in my adopted home of Canada. I was working as an obstetric nurse two years post qualifying when I met this woman who was suppprting a lady to give birt at *gasp* home. She had to transfer in due to a very attached placenta and was receiving postnatal support from us...the nurses. I was so inspired by this relationship of the midwife knowing the woman, listening to her, holding her ha...