Hard to post something on real-life births and not sound all foggy and stuff. I should spare you the details of the mess it is!
Anyway, I’m doing my first internship at the delivery-room and I have to say: “I love the job that will be mine!” Well, that is an encouraging thing to find when you have been studying something for a while.
It’s obvious that I’m not yet a qualified midwife. There’s so many things I’m doing for the first time and with a bunch of experienced people watching it can be nerve-wrecking. Plus I’m supposed to guide people through an experience that is new for them, but sometimes even newer for me.
Well, I don’t always know what the gynaecologist is asking me to do even, so that adds to the mess in my head. All this will get better I guess…but I taste the rush of adrenaline and think I could get addicted.
It’s awesome to go with people through such a huge life-event. It’s a challenge to have them enjoy it as much as possible, while you learn to stay alert and make sure it’s a kind of smooth delivery.
After a lot of effort we welcome new life into a world that many aren’t very content with in the first place. At that moment things are somehow simplified and we are contented people. A child is born alive…and life is worth living.