Of Pointe Woes and Babies

question: what's more painful than forty-five minutes of pointe work?
answer: having someone step on your toe on a busy train after that. then again, i've waited so long and indeed, i never thought i would have the chance to go en pointe, so i guess the pain is worth it after all.

helped deliver my second baby last night. mother was a friendly woman four years younger than myself, and whose husband was extremely talkative. she was a real trouper, and could follow instructions while she pushed. that made it easier for her in the end, and her baby girl came after more than an hour of pushing. her daughter opened her eyes immediately after the rude shock of being expelled from the comforts of her mother's womb (yes, she came out in a burst of amniotic fluid that hit the midwife) and began to grasp at the air. it then dawned on her that she could no longer return to the safe, secure environment and she began to cry. very adorable. and the father, so chatty and cheeky and funny all through the night, suddenly started to cry himself! it was such a blessing to have shared this wonderful event with them.

so if that's going to be the last kid i'll ever deliver, i wouldn't mind it one bit. heh.

and talking about babies, we had a code last night on the delivery suite. was standing around talking with other "waiters" when a midwife rushed out of a room and said," help me call a code blue! baby's not breathing!" a few seconds later the announcement was made and even before the code was fully read out, the neonate reg-on-call had already swept past me and entered the room. neonate nurse carrying kit came next, followed by the nurse manager and other senior midwives. they drew the curtain so i couldn't see what they did, but less than a minute later the agitated cries of a newborn infant came through, and everything returned to normal. such is the world of the hospital.

4th week of o&g! almost midway through, time to get into shape for the end of postings. lol.