I still get weepy when I think of the wonderful midwives who saw me through the births of both my DSs.
The first two were so calm and reassuring that they made something I'd been terrified of (induction) into a lovely experience.
DS2 was a bit different - delivered premature when we found out he was growth restricted and had only a few days to live if left in utero.
No disrespect to the doctors, who were also fab, but I felt midwives were looking out for me and DS2 as their patients, while doctors were acting according to the protocols. So the consultant encouraged me to try induction as stats showed it would be better for me; once he was out of the room
the veteran midwife came back to discuss with me and DH, and gave us the confidence to go with our instinct - to opt for CS.
AND she came by the recovery room to tell me it hadn't been her place to say at the time, but she thought our decision had saved his life. Which at that point, groggy and post-op and terrified, meant a hell of a lot.
AND she came back next day, when off-duty, to see how I was doing.
Sorry to go on at length, but I cannot overstate what that support meant to me. Am tearing up as I type.
Anne, if you're reading - you were amazing.
If she's not - thank you, on her behalf, to any midwife who's ever done anything similar. You are all amazing.