On our personal development/learning agenda, I think today turned out to be intake day. Several women - all but one of them primips - presented over the course of the day in varying states of labor-or-not. One woman at 41w5d had misoprostol placed. One woman at 19w presenting with lower abdominal pain remained pretty much unexplained, the assumption being infection. We admitted two women, sent two home with half-hearted dehydration not-labor. Another midwife finally admitted a primip in good hard labor, 8cm. When we told the midwives at the shift change that we were staying until she had her baby, one of them told us to break her water and have a baby. So I did. Crazy molded-headed baby boy (wun smol boy) born through moderate mec, totally happy and healthy. Mom wanted to touch her baby's head as it came out and the midwife that was supervising said no (drat!). This woman would also have been game for a wet slippery baby handed straight to her, but that's not the way it's done. Urgh.
After that, we headed off to the market, and walked home, overheated, in the dark, heavy-laden with fresh greens and groceries. We're back in the air conditioning now, drinking Tusker (local beer) and watching not-so-great Australian TV. I think the key words in that last sentence were "in the air conditioning now," though. Happily off to bed soon, to do it again.
Ah, and I'll end this post with a photo of the mom/baby from yesterday:
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