When it comes to both my births, I will always be forever grateful to all of the midwives that looked after us. They know this because I’ve messaged them on Facebook. Yup, I’m that kind of creeper! But inspired by a blog post from Smart Cells I am determined to find a midwife whose name I didn’t catch.
For Elin’s delivery, there was Lily, lovely Lily. A girl I love so much, Elin’s middle name is dedicated to her! The poor girl got cornered in the corridor and was stuck with me when she wasn’t even supposed to be on a “delivering babies shift”. You, my girl, were my favourite thing that day (apart from Elin) no matter how much I declared I wanted a cesarian (Elin got stuck and I panicked), no matter how much I roared like a wilderbeast and no matter what I demanded. You were a cracker!
Now there’s a midwife whose name I do not know, she may not even actually be a midwife? But she’s a woman I will never forget and I’m determined to find her.
I was genuinely a little bit terrified. As a mum already you have a season pass right? You know your stuff surely? But in that moment it all felt just as alien as it did the first time around. I was weak and shakey and so scared I’d drop her. She was new and fresh and I didn’t know her. I didn’t know how to calm or soothe her. I missed Rory, at least I knew what he needed when he cried. (Usually a snack)
I shushed and rocked her till she fell asleep but every time I put her in the cot she woke (didn’t she know she was meant to basically be permanently asleep for at least 2 days?) So I held her and waited (and waited and waited) until she fell into a deep enough sleep to be transferred. While I waited, in popped a lovely midwife who uttered the magic words “why don’t you pop her next to you in the bed and we’ll keep coming to check on you” HOLY MOLY. As a co-sleeping mum this is what I so desperately wanted to do but didn’t feel I could because ‘hello judgement’.
Later when Elin woke, she came to help me. She offered to take her into the office and cuddle her for me so I could get some sleep. She held her for me whilst I went to the toilet (side note: I didn’t even make it as far as the toilet before I peed everywhere because its true what the say, your pelvic floor needs some TLC), she mopped up blood off the floor (yep, sorry about that) AND she had the magic touch to get Elin to settle in the cot!
She bashed out so many stereotypes. She cared. She made sure I rested. She made me feel so comfortable and I never got to thank her.
So, if you were working the night of the 3rd March 2018 at Yeovil Hospital, I can’t remeber which room I was in, but I was in the top right-hand corner, I kept banging on about my first born boy like a mad woman. You have little boys too, three I think! You are amazing and I cant tell you how much you meant to me that night!