"Wow! You are a midwife? What a wonderful job!" Whenever someone greets me like this, I smile, I pause and then I say, "Yes". With my smile, I acknowledge this person's excitement about midwifery (and most likely about birth). My...
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Memory: Perfect in Her Mother’s Eyes
My first nursing job, I worked in a very busy, very traditional, labor and delivery ward. Labors happened in shared Labor Rooms; two or three labor beds, wheeled gurneys actually, were in each of these curtain-divided rooms. Just prior...
The moment I knew I was a grown-up
The first time I knew that I was a grown-up -that moment and the events leading up to it are imprinted on my memory. It remains embossed, a soft puckering created by hard pressing.As I write this, my husband sleeps...