
Learning to be a midwife 1980’s Scotland

Caring for humans and creatures, writing about it all

Arriving in Oz I joined an agency needing a salary as soon as possible.

First shift was a morning on the postnatal floor of a large public tertiary hospital, old building, no AC, stinking hot 35-degree day, white dress and tights clinging, sweat trickling down my back, working under the whir of multiple fans.
Continue reading “Navigating The Australian Maternity System 1995”An accurate quote ❤️
Continue reading “A Community Midwifery Service QLD 1997 – 1999”Midwifery is both joyful and painful. We see the best and worst day of people’s lives in our everyday experience. We are incredibly lucky to be part of women’s lives when things are bright and jubilant, but also when they are darkest and most difficult. It allows us to see the light and shade of life in its sharpest exposure
Alexandra Ryan

Recently had the delightful task in the postnatal ward of weighing the newborn babies going home
Wheeling them to the scales one at a time in fish bowl hospital cots
Quickly, gently, wrangling them out of clothes and nappy
Talking to them , shushing them, apologising for ma cold hands
Placing them atop the scales on the blanket nest, tiny bums in the air, so cute!
Just as quick, dress em up again, straight back to mum’s arms
Next day a shift in emergency, seeing the polar opposite example of human
Continue reading “Another Day At The Office”

Both my births were rare in today’s world. Spontaneous labours, no vaginal examinations, no drugs, no one touching me, nothing DONE to me.
Afterwards (both times,) I felt like superwoman, “if I can do THAT, I can do anything.”
Continue reading “Chapter 8. My Birth Stories”Usually pregnancy is a joyful time but for some women things go wrong and hospital admission is needed.
Separated from family, friends and support network, stuck in hospital, often miles from home, joy is replaced by anxiety and fear
For some women …..
Continue reading “Chapter 16. Complications”