After a pretty difficult day on call for labour ward, I went in yesterday to check up on the baby I was worried about.
Happily, he is well, but I also discovered that he is now called “Chris” – after me!
I was euphoric for the whole day, telling all the other doctors, and generally grinning a lot. Difficult to explain exactly why, but having a child named after you, its breathtaking. I feel honoured, and undeserving, and protective, and… humbled.
Which is odd, because its an event that could be a big ego builder. “I’m so amazing, mothers … Continue reading →
You wake up, disorientated, on the floor in the lounge, next to your phone.
Blearily you reached out for the phone, and answer its insistent call. Harsh, chirpy hold music plays, and then a nurse answers.
“Doctor, this is Labour ward”.
Communication is difficult – English is not her first language – but the urgency in her voice is clear. There is a woman bleeding, and they are not sure why.
You end the call, and start casting around for clothes, a pen, a stethoscope. One moment, barely awake, the next, a clear focus, an adrenaline fueled calm.
Despite the … Continue reading →