Day 5: “Hello, Labour Ward, Midwife”
Yep. I uttered those words today and I’m damned if I didnt get a lump in my throat just after I did.
That’s the first time I’ve ever said that phrase and I know I’ve banged on about feeling like a fraud, and worrying about having forgotten everything, but that short sentence triggered something in me today.
I’m here. I’ve made it. Now it’s time to realise it.
I’m not going to disclose details about the women I’ve been a part of caring for today, suffice to say that my much commented upon “you talk a lot” way of practicing (aye, there were some mentors who think bedside manner is an optional extra) was very well received by all three.
Smug much? Yeah. I am.
What I love about working where I’ve started my career is that not only are we seeing a lot of women with complex co-morbidities (stuff wot is wrong with them), but the staff are outrageously helpful and generous with their time.and manner. Thank goodness!
I may have passed the toilet 3 times before I realised where the toilet was, but I’m also starting to gather my bearings. Which even just at the start of the week, I never thought I would manage. Watch this space, and expect a blog post in the not too distant future which may come from a locked stationery cupboard. Probably.
I worked with a midwife today who is soon off to the hospital where I trained so we were swapping knowledge and acclimatising one another. There was lovely staff room conversation about a summer event so that newbies and multi disciplinary teams, and core staff can intermingle – there is talk of bavarian beer venues and much fun. I am so up for that.
But as well as the kindness of people, there was the professionalism – I was spoken to as a professional and given directions and care plans by doctors because I am a midwife and … it still took a while to click.
However that wondrous utterance of the sentence on the phone, was surpassed only by signing my name in notes, printing it…and putting (RM).
I currently love life