I know, during all the newspaper coverage regarding the state of the maternity services I have been silent. The truth, I’ve given up hoping that things will change for the better, am so disillusioned and demotivated that I cannot be bothered to rant, report or rue the erosion of a service I entered with passion in my belly and will leave with an extremely sour taste in my mouth. Fingers crossed, one year now until I retire.
In the absence of an urge to blog I have been reading The 19th Wife by David Ebershoff, food for thought in this 600+ page book about The Church of the Latter Day Saints and in particular polygamy or, as the church calls it, celestial marriage. I have many, many thoughts on this practise, I suspect tat my outlook as a female would be quite different to that of a male. However, feeling benevolent toward Joseph Smith, I will say that he hit upon an excellent way to rapidly increase the membership of his church, after all a couple are likely to only manage one child a year, and let’s not forget how high infant mortality was back then so only around 35% would reach their fifth birthday, but if a man takes several wives then the family increases at a rapid rate and the population surges. All the more faithful for the church and all the more power for a community. Brilliant wheeze. The book is one of those set in two time frames, one historical and the other contemporary, I sometimes find this a distraction and spend loads of time flicking back to see where the story had been, or who a character was, I didn’t with this one, which must be a tribute to the author for ensuring appropriate breaks in the narrative.
A few years ago I read ‘Call the Midwife’ by Jennifer Worth, very interesting, especially as my Mother was a district midwife in East London in the late 50’s, the time covered in the book, and I have patchy memories of accompanying her on the back of her bike and waiting in front rooms with a man, and sometimes other children. Then I would hear a baby crying and a red-faced, smiling mother would open the door and call the man out. Anyway, daughter bought the trilogy ‘Tales from a Midwife’ around the other day and having refreshed myself on the first part I am now reading the two new sections. Crikey, if I as a midwife or child-bearing women think things are bad now this book certainly brings us up short, the working day for midwives was long and hard, with terrible conditions but their lot was nothing in comparison to what the women and their families endured. I hear that the BBC have serialised it and that there will be 6 episodes shown sometime this year, can’t wait.
Talking of childbirth/midwifery on TV brings me to ‘One born every minute’, channel 4’s look at the realities of giving birth. This weeks was great, I hardly shouted at the telly at all. The couples shown were brilliant, the births were uplifting and the midwives a credit to the profession. I had stopped watching it last series as I found I was getting so cross with the midwives, and their love of confining women to the bed and strapping monitors on for no apparent reason, that it was increasing my despondency, full marks this week though, nearly made me feel enthusiastic.