Those of you who follow us on Facebook , know that Where’s My Midwife? has been busy giving birth and participating in other BOLD activities. There is much happening, and it is very cool and exciting, but I will let the lovely and talented Kirsti and Anna share those stories.
For now, I wanted to tell you about a very odd experience I had a couple of weeks ago. I went to see my midwife, and when I left, I was sad. I know, I know. You are thinking, “Honey, you ain’t the first person to be sad. Let me tell you about a SAD trip to see a health care professional!” And you’re right. You are totally right.
What seemed so unusual, at least to me, was the reason for my sadness. I was there for a routine checkup. Yes, every woman’s favorite – the annual exam. All was well, and as I was leaving everyone, from the lovely nurse who asked me about all my other kids at each visit during my last pregnancy to the ladies at the front desk who were simply kind enough to treat me as a person and not a number, said, “Bye! See you next year!” Really? I have to go a year without seeing this people? I’m going to miss them. And that doesn’t even include my midwife. Love her! She is amazing! That is all I can say.
But it struck me as I was driving home, who is their right mind is sad about not spending time with the people who poke and prod at their most sensitive parts? A woman seeing a midwife, that’s who.