I’ve been to New York. This is a big deal, not only have I drunk frozen Margaritas in the BEST Mexican in Greenwich Village, eaten amazing banana pancakes in a dive diner, I’ve actually seen a Brooklyn brownstone building and I swear I saw Sarah Jessica Parker and her twins walking though Soho. Ok it just looked a bit like her, from a distance, if you closed you eyes and squinted. Ok in truth this never happened but I did see the coffee shop ‘Grumpys’ where Hannah from Girls worked part time until she went a bit OCD and had to call Adam because she counted everything in eights. That did happen and New York was pretty amazing. It really is the city that never sleeps.
Anyway none of this really matters, because my trip gave me a tiny insight into what it would be to live there, with my husband and 2 kids. The truth is, it would be incredible. New York is a city I cannot describe to some one who hasn’t been there, it’s just everything I hoped it was but it lacked something I feel so passionately about. It would be impossible for me to work there as a British midwife. There are lots of American trained nurse/midwife practitioners but with long and complicated additional exams and training to do, it’s a no win situation. To be honest I’m slightly relived as I love my job at the moment, and giving it all up would be heartbreaking. Plus I’m not sure New York is the city for our girls.
But New York is a city I will be returning to, there was so many places we didn’t see and with my husband clocking up on his air miles I think another child free break is necessary. So for now we’re staying put, in London where are children are settled, my job is secure and women can have one to one midwifery care through the NHS.