midwife's muse

It's Jack's Mummy's birthday tomorrow, so I just had a phone call from Son,

'What does she want?'

'I don't know'.

'Thats your job though as a Mum, you find out what we want, and tell everyone.'

Would that it were that simple. If that was my only 'job' I would be laughing.

Monday - A.M. Do the shopping. P.M. Clinic, followed by two visits to new Mums with feeding problems. Back to base (hospital) evening Active Birth Class, get home at 10.15pm.

Tuesday - Work, 8 visits to new Mum's, one antenatal visit at home, one 'booking' visit. Call in at Amy's Mums on way home, have a quick cuddle, on-call until next morning, luckily no call-out. Cut back overgrown shrubs. Have bonfire.

Wednesday - Work, catch-up with paper-work, go to woman in labour at home, send her in 'cos otherwise she would have have baby at home and she didn't want to (shame). Visit Mums and babies, come home, hoover, dust, go out for Indian.

Thursday - Take Amy and her Mum shopping. Hoover their house. Come home and clean out the pond. Do the ironing. Type Hubby's quotations. Watch 'Desperate Midwives'.

Friday - Jack is dropped off by his Mummy. Pick up Amy and her Mum, bring them back here. Walk up to local shops. Make lunch. Put child-locks on cupboards. Entertain Jack. Think about cooking dinner. Cuddle Amy. Look in fridge, clean out fridge. Father-in-law comes round to discuss possible sale of Mum-in laws bungalow. Think about dinner. Give Jack his dinner, long, drawn out affair, with very little success. Bath Jack and get him ready for bed. Amy's Daddy comes and picks his 'girls' up. Put Jack to bed. Send Hubby out for fish and chips. Watch BB.

Saturday - 6.55am, get up change Jacks revolting nappy. Give him breakfast and get him ready for the day. Swear about Hubby 'cos he hasn't made a gate for the side of the house so I have to keep chasing Jack up the drive and rugby tackling him before he tobbles into the road. Walk up to local shops, falls asleep in pushchair. Clean kitchen. Make a creme brulee. Get all Jacks stuff together. His Mummy and Daddy come to collect him, he cries when I wave good-bye.

Now I'm just going to mow the grass, then I'm going to buy daughters birthday pressie, make her cake, frame a birth sampler, sit down and go to sleep.

                       Jack                                                                               Amy

11.6.05 12:25