Breathe Easy, You've Found Me ((HUGS))

People will wonder why this blog is needed, why minority midwifery student? It's very simple actually; I was looking for this blog...but I couldn't find it...so I created it. We all have unique experiences, and every experience, every story, can help someone else. I am a black girl from the hood at an ivy league professional school. That, alone, is reason enough to write. Somebody was looking for this blog. Someone wanted proof that what I'm doing can be done - even when you come from where we come from.

To that person especially, WELCOME.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Overheard As I Walked into Walmart

"Oh! There's your midwife!"

It didn't register at first...

Eventually my eyes focused on the couple standing in front of me and I recognized a woman I did a prenatal visit for, and who I triaged a couple weeks ago. She ended up delivering two days later. Her partner was excited to tell me that she waited until the very end to come in and she "didn't even get an epidural." She was so proud of her, and so was I.

I am still smiling (and shocked) that tonight, for the first time in public, somebody called me "their midwife." I don't know if that's weird, but I didn't really expect to have this experience. It makes me wonder how much better it will be when I have continuity with patients in a community that I call my own...

Tonight, without even having caught her baby, someone considers me her midwife.

I feel good.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

It must be an awesome feeling. Something tells me you deserved this pat on the back!

Deb

labortrials said...

That's terrific! Heep on keeping on.

The Midwife said...

It's such an amazing, special feeling!! Congratulations. :-D
One of my patients, whom I took care of for her entire pregnancy, ended up having a cesarean in the end because the baby was breech. I wasn't there the day of the delivery, but I heard from the midwives who were working that day that she kept saying that the baby was my baby, and telling everyone what a great midwife she'd had during her pregnancy. Stuff like that just makes you feel like you're going to burst! (although I did remind her over the phone next time I spoke with her that the baby was not at all my baby, and she's the one who did all the hard work)....but anyway, this is the reason that midwives love their jobs. I'm so glad you're getting it too! *hug*