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As we head home, I can't help but think about what I'm going home to. I have a job but the hours are casual and I can't count on a regular income, or a predictable work schedule. While I'm excited to have lots of time to scrapbook and enjoy the Spring weather, it would be nice to have some predictability and routine in my life right now, as well as a regular paycheque!
The last week before we left on holidays, when I was at work my memories of Abby's short life spent in that building really started to intensify, as if someone was turning up the brightness and contrast of those flashes of memories. It's not the first time I've walked past the LDRP and thought about Abby spending most of her life in that room, but the memories have become more prominent lately, and I think it's because of the time of year. And it could have something to do with the recent announcement that our hospital won't be offering maternity care at all anymore. That's one less hospital in our health region where women can give birth, a health region that covers almost 42,000 square km, and serves almost as many people. "Obstetrical services" are now only offered in two hospitals in our region, and not two big hospitals either, (only 37 acute beds between them). More and more women will have to go to the major centers to have their babies, more assembly line births with c-sections and epidurals at the touch of a button. Yippee.
May 5th is International Day of the Midwife. It's been months since I've attended any event related to midwifery, including our provincial midwifery association, and I won't be doing anything for May 5th. While I was in BC, I had several family and friends ask me about where I'm at with my midwifery education. When I explained it to them, they all agreed that it was a big pile of political BS and a shame that starting over may be my best (or only) option at this point. I wonder how I will come to the decision about my future in midwifery. Right now, it doesn't feel like the right decision to throw in the towel, but I wonder if that's just because it's been such a big part of my life for a long time and I can't imagine putting it aside, or because giving up really isn't the right move?
Ah, who knows. All of this is too much to think about this morning. Instead, I'll start to gather for the troops for our last day on the road; a late start this morning thanks to our little night owls.
The last week before we left on holidays, when I was at work my memories of Abby's short life spent in that building really started to intensify, as if someone was turning up the brightness and contrast of those flashes of memories. It's not the first time I've walked past the LDRP and thought about Abby spending most of her life in that room, but the memories have become more prominent lately, and I think it's because of the time of year. And it could have something to do with the recent announcement that our hospital won't be offering maternity care at all anymore. That's one less hospital in our health region where women can give birth, a health region that covers almost 42,000 square km, and serves almost as many people. "Obstetrical services" are now only offered in two hospitals in our region, and not two big hospitals either, (only 37 acute beds between them). More and more women will have to go to the major centers to have their babies, more assembly line births with c-sections and epidurals at the touch of a button. Yippee.
May 5th is International Day of the Midwife. It's been months since I've attended any event related to midwifery, including our provincial midwifery association, and I won't be doing anything for May 5th. While I was in BC, I had several family and friends ask me about where I'm at with my midwifery education. When I explained it to them, they all agreed that it was a big pile of political BS and a shame that starting over may be my best (or only) option at this point. I wonder how I will come to the decision about my future in midwifery. Right now, it doesn't feel like the right decision to throw in the towel, but I wonder if that's just because it's been such a big part of my life for a long time and I can't imagine putting it aside, or because giving up really isn't the right move?
Ah, who knows. All of this is too much to think about this morning. Instead, I'll start to gather for the troops for our last day on the road; a late start this morning thanks to our little night owls.