
My thoughts on the International Day of the Midwife:
Being a midwife has given me everything
And cost me everything
Being a midwife gives me euphoric highs
And Valley of the Shadow of Death lows
Being a midwife gave some of my most amazing relationships
And striped away countless others
Being a midwife is both
Energizing and draining
Fulfilling and frustrating
Fast and Furious
and a Slow Dance
I jump tall buildings to get to you
I Walk a Tightrope with you
I carry you out of burning buildings
I talk you off the ledge
I win Ocsars and then hand them over to you
My kids are proud of me
And also in therapy
My friends love me
But know they can’t depend on me
My life is lived
In 10 month segments
That start with a phone call
Or a text
About a line on a stick
And end when that red line
Is a healthy human, week six
My calendar has notes like
EW 37 weeks
Which means
I’m now on a leash
Until EW wakes me up one night
At 5-1-1
And I go running
And disappear for days
My phone is never off
My gas tank is never empty
Nor is my trunk
Or my back seat
I am loved
And hated
Admired
And feared
Sought out
And avoided
But at night
(Or morning
Or at 2:00 in the afternoon)
When I finally lay down
I’m satisfied
With what I did
With who I am
With how I made a difference
And I wouldn’t want to be
Any else
Because although being a midwife has cost me everything
It has also given me
Everything ❤️