My first day…

It actually happened – I actually started training to be a midwife! On Monday the 4th of Feb, after a night of no sleep and numerous nervous wees, off I went to begin the road to my dream job. First things first, well after trying to work out where on earth to park and where on earth the classroom is (Hull Uni is massive and I’m pretty certain I’m never going to know my way around ever), meet the guys I’m gonna be doing it all with. I won’t lie, I was really nervous about this part. I felt like a kid again on my first day of school. I was especially anxious to find out what sort of nurses everyone had been and what sort of experience they all had – worried that they were all going to be better than me in every way. Turns out there was (of course) no need to worry at all, they’re all super lovely and feeling the exact same way (I have to say that because they’ll all probably read this). 1 gynae nurse, 2 ITU nurses, a theatre nurse, an A&E nurse, an advanced nurse practitioner, 2 cardiac nurses, an oncology nurse and a partridge in a pear tree. That’s us, the chosen 10.

2 First lectures After a bit of admin, and a pretty exciting goody bag (love a freebie), it was pretty much straight into it. Our first lecture involved us all writing down the things we thought midwives use their different senses for during their work – sight, smell, hearing, touch (not so much taste, something’s gone wrong if midwives are using their sense of taste to assess women). Now, as the lecturer tasked us with this it sounded a lot like the wishy-washy type of activity that I usually absolutely hate and tend to roll me eyes at, however, it ended up being such a great first lesson (so bear with). We wrote all sorts on our poster between us, such as using touch for empathy and checking clamminess, using our sight to check obs, A-E assessments and making eye contact with our patients, using smell to think about are our patient’s smoking/drinking, do they have a UTI, using hearing to listen for call bells and our patient’s needs etc, the list goes on. Our lecturer then pointed out to us that we could already do 90% of the things we’d written down and this made me feel so SO much more at ease with what is, frankly, a completely daunting concept of becoming a midwife in only 18 months time.

Then it was straight into some proper, meaty lectures about the female reproductive system, the anatomy and physiology of breasts, infant feeding, screening and vaccinations as well as mandatory BLS training, handwashing and library tours on top. Safe to say, my first week was completely exhausting and I felt as though my brain had been fried in a big deep fat fryer. But, hard as it was getting those rusty cogs turning again, and even though I was passed out with my face in a midwifery book in bed by 8.30 every night, I loved every minute and I knew that this is exactly where I’m supposed to be.

3 Find me on Insta at @thebabymidwife Happy to answer any questions if anybody has any x