09/19/2024
That’s a hard read. Cheers to all my fellow midwives who show up and do the damn things. Even when it’s hard. Even when the wall is tall. Even when changing the system is like throwing yourself into a marshmallow that you bounce right off of. Keep showing up. The mamas need you ❤️
Why Midwives Leave
Midwives walk a fine line
Simultaneously balancing medicalisation and optimisation of physiological processes
‘Oh but it must be nice to spend your day cuddling babies,’ they say
But it’s not like that, not at all
We walk a thinning tightrope above a screaming squall
We can’t be all things to all men, seemingly impossible
But we must be all things to all women, this is non optional
Chameleonic in our approach
Always with a smile, always above reproach
Shift after shift we burn with intelligent compassion
Trying to pick our way through paths that safety fashions
Vitality important, we always should be safe
Sometimes what we do though, it itches, it chafes
Like an induction, although don’t get me wrong at times it’s needed
Though sometimes I’m not sure this is how Motherhood should be greeted
Its feels so invasive a process
The dropped faces when things haven’t progressed yet
I know we need to be better as a service
I read those reports, they weren’t undeserved
But trying to hold the fort feels like an impossible task
When a shift has only got six of what should be nine staff
Relentlessly gruelling working what feels like a endless factory line
Of cookie cutter processes, all with limited time
There’s only so long you can take such a slog
Chasing your tail trying to minimise the backlog
Minimal staff, no time for breaks
Your dinner a biscuit, finishing notes, once again home late
Shifts succeeding on a wing and a prayer
Constantly feeling you’re not giving good care
Always saying ‘we can’t survive as we are.’
Those above replying, ‘but, oh, you’re such stars!’
Loud roaring silence from our union
This weird assumption that we’re all superhuman
We end up on this busy body roundabout
Spinning, twisting, dizzy, feeling burnt out
But why do we stay under such systemic stresses
It’s for a moment where it all coalesces
Witnessing cries that causes such jubilant rapture
Joy so complete, no other can capture
But no one can subsist on momentary pleasure
When the hours around them are filled with unending pressures
It’s never a shout, it’s never a roar
There’s just one day when we can’t take it anymore
And we just leave
We go
Decamp, say farewell
Retire, resign and withdraw
And I have to wonder…..
If all midwives and mothers meet in systemic strife
Who will midwife the mother when mothers don’t become midwives
Copyright Midwifosaurus
Photo credit Hester Ng, SOPA images.