Amy in 2017

My poor, amazing, wonderful midwives.

After Ivy was born still, and we were transported to the nearest hospital, one of the midwives (Amy) in my group came to see me. She wasnt on call when I delivered, or working in the office…she just came because she lived geographically close. She was there through Ivy’s baptism, and I recall her being a silent loving presence in the room for a bit before she continued with her day.

She followed up with me in office a week later, and then for the routine 6 week post partum visit. In between, her and my doula (Robin) gave me a wonderful gift of herbal teas and tinctures. From a local shop with a special name:

Yesterday I called to fill her in on the storm that is currently my life and today I went in to chat more. This is totally not her normal scope of practice. I probably need a medication adjustment. I really need to see a GP to get a psych referral because it makes way more sense for them to be managing this stuff. So she was able to get me in with a GP tomorrow. Who should be at least able to make some changes to tide me over until I figure out a psych referral.

I mentioned that I feel like Im everyone’s ‘worst case scenario’. That person people talk about to say “ohmigosh shes got xyz going on and can you even believe how awful?!”