I feel very privileged and proud of the journey Arthur and I have gone through with breastfeeding. As I detailed in my previous World Breastfeeding Week post, it hasn’t always been easy.
Essays, essays, essays.
I mention that dreaded word on this blog quite often – the past few years essays have plagued me more than they ever used to. You may or may not be aware that I received my BA in English & Linguistics years ago before I started my degree in midwifery; back then I actively enjoyed writing essays! These days I find essay writing a lot more arduous, and thought I would share some hints and tips that I used both in my English & Linguistics degree and have been using for my midwifery degree…
One of the first births I witnessed was a water birth. The woman I was caring for couldn’t wait to get into the pool when she arrived at the hospital, so as soon as the pool was full of water (they take a while to fill up – there’s a lot of water going in there) we helped her to get into the pool. As soon as she got into the pool, her face visibly relaxed and it seemed like the edge of her contractions blurred as she swayed in the water; it was as though the water empowered her to move her body in different patterns.
Sharing your dreams with the ones you love can be invigorating. It can also quash them in seconds, and make you question how you ever believed in yourself. Fortunately for me, the amount of people in my life who have been unwavering in their support for me in my quest to apply to become a student midwife has been overwhelming. I’m amazingly grateful to all of my parents (I’m greedy and have two sets!) for their help drafting e-mails, writing personal statements, revising maths techniques, practicing for interviews, giving me lifts to and from my new university, and generally being amazingly supportive and reassuring that this is where my life should be heading. Not to mention the wonderful folks who gave me glowing references (thank you!) and Jack for listening to my non-stop spiel about a whole bunch of things most men would rather not be listening to (you’re the best!).