Loopy Lou had her homebirth, and all went fantastically. I went to visit her today and she is really happy with everything, baby is lovely, feeding well, and her stitches, yes stitches are comfortable. I asked how it was being sutured and she said that the worst part was the local anaesthetic, when she says that she screamed, but that after childbirth it was nothing! I am so pleased to admit that I was wrong.
Another midwife had been out all night at a homebirth so I was sent to cover her clinic in an area I am unfamiliar with. It all started so well, I guessed at the best route across country to get there, and I was right, well almost, if you don’t count getting on to the motorway by mistake and then having to drive an extra 6 miles until I could get off and then going to the wrong surgery. Not my fault, I went where I was told to! The clinic was a smaller affair than mine so having looked at the appointment list I felt quite relaxed, and it was an enjoyable experience until the last, thank heavens it was the last, pregnant woman. At 32 weeks, and having already changed the hospital she was booked at twice already, she had been to see another one at the weekend and had decided to go there. I explained that I was a locum and so was unsure how to go about booking her for the new hospital, perhaps she could wait and see her usual midwife. That was not acceptable, she thought her midwife procrastinated and was not organised, that put me firmly in my place, so the phone call chase to contact the new hospital, way out of our area, was on. An hour later it was all arranged, and to be fair she was extremely grateful. I found myself really questioning my motives though. The media’s recent tongue-lashings about midwives has made me quite paranoid and I am finding myself constantly ‘looking over my shoulder’. I had seen on her notes that she worked within the media industry and she did, at one point, mention the recent press coverage, it certainly did the trick though as it made me jump to her tune. Supposing though that she had not been the last patient, would I, should I have dedicated so much time to her desire or should I have insisted that her midwife deal with it at a more appropriate time? As it was it just made me late finishing and her happy but at a different time it could have inconvenienced 7 other, equally deserving, women. I’m just going to put it down to the power of the press not really working in everyone’s interest.
Readers of me in my other blog will know that I am soon to be minus a job-share as she is moving away to retirement land. I have been becoming very stressed about this, coming as it does, just when I need the flexibility a job-share offers due to the increasingly imminent arrival of the twins, Van and Lorry. Tonight though the phone rang with what could be very positive news, one of my ex-colleagues was told about the prospective vacancy by my ex-manager and rang to ask me if I would be happy for her to apply. Happy, I’m ecstatic, we have worked together before, I cared for her during her pregnancy and labour, she delivered my first Grandchild, I can’t think of anyone I would rather work with. Fingers crossed that it works out.