Firstly, thank you. Words alone cannot express the gratitude I have for you.
You’re a Midwife, a Mum, and a damn good friend.
You made me see a strength in me that I didn’t know I had. A strength I didn’t even know was possible.
You reassured me that everything was going to be OK and that I could do this.
You let me ask all the ridiculous questions I had including a late night text freaking out because my poo was black (thanks iron pills). Questions like “what if I don’t know I am in labour?” haha, how fucking naive was I? You know alright…
You helped us in ways you will never even know. Pre and post-birth.
You’ve never questioned our decisions and you’ve always supported us 100%. I start to ramble and you stop me and remind me that our decisions are exactly that and I don’t need to justify myself.
You’ve been totally honest and straight up with both Reuben and I when we needed it most.
You made us see sense when we were in a sleep deprived state and it was all getting a bit much.
My midwife is also a personal friend, I was always a little worried her seeing me at my most vulnerable (and seeing my lady bits) but honestly, I wouldn’t have changed a thing. She is a total champ and I don’t regret my decision even when she challenges me – generally for my negativity and crap attitude (and I thank her for it). She was well aware of my past mental health issues and was so amazing seeing signs of PND early on with Baxter and jumping on it straight away, educating me and making me see that it’s far more common than we realise and there is so much help and support out there. She made me feel confident in talking about how I really felt which in turn has allowed me to help others going through the same thing by speaking openly in my blog about my struggles.
Her love and support throughout the pregnancies/births of both Baxter & Lily is something I will be forever grateful for.
You know who you are… thank you doesn’t seem like enough.
