There aren’t many professions where you can say that you have saved a life, given life or changed a life, almost daily. Midwives are without a doubt some of the unsung hero’s of this world. They’re the backbone of obstetrics and are working the front line in pre and postnatal care, labour/birth and caring for our newborns.
Midwives are there supporting us women through our pregnancies or our grief after losing one, talking us through what we can expect in the months to come and answering the 2 page long list of questions we prepared prior to our check up. They’re the ones providing us with thorough health care and picking up on any concerns that could be had with our babies and us as the first point of contact, delivering (pun intended) continuity of care throughout our pregnancies and beyond.
Midwives are there, giving us a friendly smile, rubbing our backs and giving us the reassurance that we need in our most vulnerable state. They don’t care that we just (god forbid) pooed on the table, are swearing like a sailor or screaming like a banshee. They pay no mind to the fact that we just ripped all our clothes off (there’s no shame in labour) or that your lady bits are on show (there’s unsaid shame in the aftermath though *I Cringe*). They’re there telling us we can, when we say we cant.
Most importantly, they’re there when we need them most.. they’re there to make sure our babies are delivered safely into this world and do all within their power to achieve it. Their goal is to see us holding our newborns in our arms, to have that first cuddle, first feed and make sure we can take them home upon our own discharge.
Without a doubt their job would be one of the most rewarding, giving immense self satisfaction and providing a natural high. Often it is said what an amazing experience it would be, that so many wish they got to do what they do daily BUT what is often over looked by most is that these women and men are sometimes working back to back shifts to make sure the hospital have sufficient staffing numbers. They’re staying long past the time they were suppose to knock off, ensuring that their patients are provided adequate care. They’re often the ones to get the brunt of abuse when emotions run high or the blame when something inadvertently goes wrong. They’re holding our hands when the heart beat can not be found, telling us our baby looks like an angel after they were born sleeping, taking the only photos we will ever have together and making sure we soak up every fleeting second we get before we must go home to an empty cot. They’re shedding a tear quietly for us when they walk out of the room and thinking of us long after we leave.
It said we never forget the people we experience these kinds of moments with and it’s true. I will always remember the midwives who were there for me through out my pregnancies, the births of all four of my children and who helped me become the Mum I am because of the advice shared with me while on the maternity ward.
To the midwife who grabbed my boob, cradled my babies head and taught me how to breastfed while sitting in that hospital bed, THANK YOU! Because of you I was able to successfully nourish and breastfeed four babies.
To the Midwife who cared for me through two pregnancies as a very young mum, THANK YOU! You made an experience that could have easily been daunting feel joyous and exciting.
To the Midwife who delivered my first and didn’t judge or treat my husband and I any differently for being only 19, THANK YOU! You gave us encouragement and empowerment. You shared your own story with us and now you are part of ours.
To the Midwife who delivered my second and refused to give me an epidural, THANK YOU! You showed me that I could give birth without one – but I’m possibly still holding a grudge.. Joking.
To the student Midwife who shared my third pregnancy with, who replied to all my texts, came to all my obstetric appointments off hospital grounds, saved me when someone else tried and couldn’t put the cannula in when I had to be induced, stood there and delivered my third daughter after I refused to open my legs or push until I could no longer feel pain. THANK YOU!
To the Midwife who was once my student midwife, who not only delivered my third but also delivered my fourth, THANK YOU! You put up with my shenanigans twice, listened to me scream, swear at the anesthetist who didn’t give me the epidural and from what my husband says, you possibly saved our sons life – I have no idea though, I was in too much pain trying to suck on the gas that you turned off… Joking again, kind of.
As you can see, I don’t do labour well BUT these midwives put up with me, empowered me and made me feel adequate even when I behaved like a pork chop. They are our UNSUNG HEROES, they deserve a medal and so much more, hopefully our gratitude is sufficient enough.
So from mothers around the nation, we want to say THANK YOU to the selfless, hardworking, gentle, supporting midwives. THANK YOU for all that you have ever done, and all that you will ever do. From us to you. Thank you.
International Midwife Day may have come and gone but it doesn’t mean that we can’t celebrate and show gratitude to the amazing, caring and brave women and men in this profession who change peoples lives every day.
I have teamed up with Medela to give away $100 voucher to one you for their online store. All you have to do is comment below, on the designated Instagram or Facebook post and tell me briefly how a Midwife supported you during your pregnancy or those first few days of motherhood? Don’t forget to share with or tag your friends that are pregnant or have a baby, so they don’t miss out either.
Medela recently surveyed Australian women about their experiences with Midwives and created a clip (at the top of the page) and an Infographic (shown below)