Belly Tales

Who ever would have guessed that this would be possible: a blood product substitute made from plastic, and which may be available for use in the next few years.  Unbelievable.  What will we come up with next??

Well, hello again. Yeah, it’s been awhile. I’ve been very busy this summer, and I really needed to take a break after graduating and passing my boards and getting engaged and basically having my entire life turned upside down in the space of a few weeks. Just some space and time for things to sink in a little bit, and to relax for awhile. I spent the summer working as a nurse at my per diem nursing job and job hunting for a job as a midwife, reading novels and going for long runs (I ran the Nike NYC Half Marathon in August, the longest I’ve ever run before in my life, in 2 hours and 15 minutes, which I think is a very respectable time). I can’t quite believe that the summer is over already. It passed in a blur, but now that it’s fall, it definitely feels like it’s time to get back to work again. This is the first fall in years now that I haven’t been in school. I can’t even begin to tell you how strange that feels.

I am pleased to announce that I do indeed have a job. It’s at the hospital in Brooklyn where I did my intrapartum clinical rotation as a student, and was definitely my first choice. I had a fantastic time there as a student, and I’m really excited to begin to work there as a midwife. The staff is lovely, the midwifery director is a real leader who’s not afraid to stand up for her midwives, there seems to be a large amount of respect and comraderie between the doctors and midwives (although I’m sure there is the usual amount of tension and politics, as there is everywhere), and the practice itself is strong and growing, and very unique. Unlike many of the other hospitals in New York City which employ midwives, this hospital doesn’t have any medical residents, and it doesn’t have any private clients coming in with their attending doctors. All of the women who deliver there are seen by the staff midwives and doctors in the clinic, and are delivered by those same midwives and doctors at the hospital. Because it’s a very busy hospital, and because there are no residents, I’ll be getting an incredible amount of experience, and seeing and managing all kinds of things I probably wouldn’t be exposed to in other hospitals where there are residents. Another great feature of this hospital is the fact that there are always two midwives working during every labor and delivery shift, so I’ll never be working alone and there will always be another experienced midwife on the floor to use as a resource. As a new midwife, this means that I’ll get to learn from other midwives, instead of just from other doctors, and I’ll always have someone on the floor who shares my midwifery philosophy and viewpoint, which will probably make it a lot easier to resist pressure from others (i.e. doctors) to start pitocin, or break a woman’s membranes for no good reason etc. etc. And did I mention how fabulous the women themselves are? They’re an incredibly vibrant and lovely population: Hispanic and Polish women mostly, with Haitian, West Indian, African American, Indian and Bengladeshi women as well—you know, just your typical New York melting pot.

Sounds great, right? Well, I wish I could tell you more about how it’s going, but by far the biggest drawback so far has been the fact that my job hasn’t started yet. I was supposed to start in early September, but it’s late September now, and I still don’t have a start date. The problem apparently stems from that fact that this Brooklyn hospital has recently switched over to being a subsidiary (or some similar reciprocal arrangement like that) of a larger Manhattan hospital, and that this means that many of the Brooklyn hospital employees are now being paid by the Manhattan hospital…and let’s just say that it’s become clear that all the bumps in this transition have not yet been worked out. Since the switch happened on August 1st, I am actually one of the first new hires since then, and while I am apparently approved and credentialed at the Brooklyn hospital, I can’t start yet because I have not fully satisfied all of the requirements for approval at the Manhattan hospital. Which needs to be done, since ultimatley my paycheck will be paid by the Manhattan hospital, even though I’ll be working in Brooklyn. Last I heard, I may still need to interview with HR and/or the Nursing Department at the Manhattan hospital, but they’re still trying to figure out if this step is necessary or not. I must admit, this has gotten incredibly frustrating over the last few weeks. I keep waiting to be told where to go or who to call to set up an interview (which I am more than happy to do, if that’s what it’ll take for me to get a start date), but no one can tell me who I need to get in touch with, or what the procedure is for getting my application rubber-stamped. It seems to me like somehow I got caught in the middle of a political power struggle between these two hospitals. The Brooklyn hospital probably wants the freedom to hire whomever they want and start them when they want, and the Manhattan hospital wants the new hires of the Brooklyn hospital to follow their protocols and jump through their hoops instead, and it just seems like an awful lot of red tape that needs to be processed. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that hopefully after a month of being aware of this problem, and after nearly a month of people in the higher echelons of both hospital administrations working to sort this out (I actually had a phone call with the Executive VP of the Brooklyn Hospital last week), hopefully, hopefully some kind of compromise or approval process or something can be worked out soon, so that this eager new midwife (yours truly) can actually start her most excellent new job. Please keep your fingers crossed. I already double-checked: Mercury is NOT in retrograde, although all of these communication snafus would certainly suggest otherwise.

Which brings me to BellyTales.com. Since I’m no longer a student, it seemed silly to continue to maintain this site as studentmidwife.org. I switched it over to BellyTales.com (or, more precisely, my beloved boy with his mad computer skills did). All of my old posts are still there, nothing has changed, but now I intend to chronicle my adventures as a new midwife, instead of as a student. At least, I intend to chronicle my adventures, just as soon as my job starts. And now that I have internet again after a nearly two-month dry-spell (the story of how we finally got cable internet from Time Warner after 5 prior installation attempts is a saga which will thankfully go unsung at this moment), I will hopefully be online and posting again a lot more often. So huzzah. Life in the blogosphere begins again.

Gah!  I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to get another update posted here.  Things are a bit beyond crazy at the moment.

Where do I start?

Well, I took the AMCB board exam on June 29th, and I passed (!!!!).  I am now a Certified Nurse Midwife!  I still have to get my certification number from the ACNM, my license number from the State of New York, and my DEA number from the federal government so that I can prescribe controlled substances, but that’s all just a matter of bureacratic cake at this point (a bunch of applications to fill out, and to get notarized, and fees to pay etc.).  The most important, amazing thing is that I’m a midwife.  Hold on.  Let me say that again.  I’m a midwife!!  AAAAAAHHH, I’m a midwife!!!!  When I got the print-out at the testing center telling me that I had passed, I just stood there for a moment holding it while my eyes welled up with tears.  It was a very incredible feeling.  I thought that was pretty much as good as it could get.

My birthday was the next day, June 30th.  I was turning 30.  I was all set to celebrate with my beloved boy, who had been planning some kind of surprise for awhile, but he wouldn’t tell me what.  I was looking forward to celebrating my 30th birthday AND being a midwife on the same day.  We went out to brunch the morning of my birthday and he asked me what I wanted to do that day.  I asked him what he had planned, because I knew he’d planned something, but he wanted to hear my ideas first.  So I suggested we get our picnic blanket and hang out in Prospect Park for awhile (it was a gorgeous day) and then maybe go shopping, or stroll around SoHo for awhile, and then go out to eat at a nice restaurant.  Sounded like a lovely birthday to me.  He told me he didn’t want to do any of that.  I said: what?  Why not?  He said he wanted to go to Rome.

What?

We’re going to Rome

Rome, as in Italy??

You’re taking me to Rome for my birthday??  Is this for real?

Yes.  Yes it was.  Our flight was leaving at 8 pm, we had to buy a few toiletries and then pack and head out to the airport.  I was absolutely aghast.  I stuttered like a fish.  I couldn’t believe it.  I was so excited!!  I’ve ALWAYS wanted to go to Italy, and I’ve never had an opportunity to do so before.  I was thrilled!

So, we walked up the street after brunch to the drug store to get some shampoo and sunscreen and little bottles to fit in those annoying plastic bags for airport security, and then, as we were strolling back to our apartment, strolling down our beautiful, tree-lined street on a gorgeous, sunny day, he all of a sudden got down on one knee and said something like: you’ve always known that I couldn’t take you to Italy without asking you to marry me, so, will you marry me?

!!!!

(No, I’m not making this up.  This is really how it happened.)

STUNNED doesn’t even begin to cover it.  I have a hard time remembering the exact moment, actually, because I was in such a state of shock.  My heart was racing at about 130 bpm.  He was holding this ring out towards me that looked like a piece of the sun, it was glittering so brightly, and I just stood there like an idiot.  He finally had to say something like: well, are you going to put the ring on or just stare at it?  GAH!

So, we went to Rome!  We had an amazing time!  I’m 30 years old!  I’m a midiwfe! I’m engaged to be married!  I didn’t think it was possible to be this incredibly happy.  Honestly, at what point do you just explode from happiness???  Seriously.

At some point in the not too distant future, I will come back down to earth, and start to write about midwifery issues again.  I know that lately this blog has gotten very personal, just sort of following my own personal adventures with very little commentary or news or updates on any of the larger issues going on, and that’s a shame, because there’s a lot going on.  There’s a lot to say.  I’m working on a report on the safety of birth centers at the moment, which I will post here as soon as I’m done with it, and of course there is the upcoming job search to write about, and the fabulous book I just read, and the student statement from that ACNM convention, and the latest news….this will be a real, working blog again soon, I promise.  For the moment, though, I can’t seem to concentrate on anything.  I just keep floating off into space, working hard to keep myself from exploding from sheer happiness.  This is really my life???

Yes.  Yes it is.

My post last week on the UK’s new birth agenda Maternity Matters prompted a UK midwife, Anna Skye, to write the following response on her blog Tales of Midwifery—the Truth. Rather a much-needed reality check, I suppose, to someone (yours truly) whose knowledge of the matter was based only on what she was reading in the media and on government websites. Somewhat deflating, as well, but at least it’s comforting on some level to know that midwives in the UK face just as many challenges as midwives here in the US, and that the true commonality between us may very well be our committment to continue to fight against overwhelming odds and overwhelming systems. When you decide to become a midwife, I think you are committing yourself to a life of pouring your energy and passion and heart and soul and blood and sweat and tears into a cause and a goal that requires enormous work and enormous sacrifice, but does, indeed, make change….just very, very, very slowly. But then, I am still a student, and not yet burnt-out or jaded. Perhaps you should ask me again in another 20 years; hopefully I’ll still be here, still fighting.

Spring break is here at last!  The beloved boy and I are off to London for the week to visit his family.  Just think: no clinicals, no school, no presentations or deadlines hanging over my head, nothing to do but study during the day and hang out with my British friends by night.  How luxurious, and what a much needed break!  Have a great week, and I’ll see all of you on the flip side.

This is the simple truth: when life is incredibly busy and overwhelming, and you’re doing all you can just to hold on by the seat of your pants, working through your clinical rotations, attending classes, studying for exams, and also putting in the odd work shift as a nurse so that you can continue to eat…and when life is so damn INTERESTING, and you’re doing amazing things, like catching babies (four so far!!!!) and learning so damn much every day, and falling asleep at night absolutely exhausted, because learning takes so much energy, and 12 hour clinical shifts when all you’re doing the entire time is running around absorbing new information, and trying to make heads and tails of it….well, the point being, BLOGGING is the absolute last thing on the list, unfortunately. Which is a very sad, hard truth, because these are the days—these early, amazing, new days—that I really want to capture on this blog! I can only hope that once a few of these exams are out of the way, I can finally catch my breath…and catch up on the things further down the list (i.e. poor abandoned Belly Tales). Until then, I’ll be catching babies. Bye!

Apparently, 300 people showed up to last week’s Nurse-in at Toys ‘R Us! Wow! Go NYC breastfeeding community! It’s so sad that actions like this are even needed in the first place, but I bet Toys ‘R Us will never make the mistake of harrassing and calling security on a breastfeeding woman again, and every bit of education helps. I wonder what the employees will do next time they see a nursing woman? Hopefully leave her in peace! The Daily News picked up the story here.

We’re moving! Yay! However, this means that I’ll be offline for a few days…possibly the week (eeegads, a whole week without internet? Can we survive???)…until whenever we can get internet installed in our new place. We’re moving tomorrow, so the internet deprivation begins manana. See you on the flip side.

I’ve been tagged by Melissa over at A Womb of her Own to answer a meme, which is not my usual fare, but hey, what the hell. Anything to lighten the mood. Here are 8 totally random things about me:

1. When I was a young child, I had an imaginary friend named Whaley. I have no idea why he was named that, but I used to insist that we set an extra place for him at the dinner table. My first stuffed animals were also named Alacross, Blueshields and Katarooley (sp?), and my blanket was named Blounrey (pronounced bloon-ray). Hmmmm.

2. There are two pretty prominant dimples just below my back (where the skin seems to connect directly to the posterior, superior iliac spine, without much padding underneath), just like britney spears!

3. Early aspirations included being a veterinarian or an animator for Walt Disney.

4. One of my favorite foods is salsa. Which is also my favorite condiment. In fact, with the possible exception of desserts, I think that a hearty helping of salsa makes just about everything taste better, and I’ve been known to eat it straight from the jar with a spoon, like chunky, spicy gazpacho.

5. I hiccouph approximately once an hour. In fact, my beloved boy has been known to time my hiccups on occassion, and they are, in fact, just about on the hour.

6. My two adoreable cats have been known to show each other a little bit more than just brotherly love from time to time. We’re pretty sure we know which one is the bottom, and which one is the top, too. And the bottom never sounds that happy about it. Given that they’re both neutered, and are actually littermates….does this make them incestuous gay cat lovers? Or is it really just about the alpha cat showing the beta cat who’s boss? I can never tell.

7. I’ve been to London roughly 9 times in the past 2 years, not including living there for 6 months last year. Impressive, eh?

8. One of my favorite brain-candy TV shows is Pimp My Ride, 2nd season especially. But alas, I do not own a TV (which is actually just fine by me), so I haven’t had an opportunity to watch any episodes since I was living in London. I don’t own a car, either. Go figure.

And now, without further adieu, I pass this random meme on to LadyElms over at Midwiffle Seed and K over at Told Not to Blog, should either of them be at all interested in taking up the torch (no pressure!).

DONE!!!!

I’m done with the semester!!!!!!

Done! Done! Done!!!!

Omg, off to go party. Byeeee.