Before I start… Just making sure EVERYONE knows FIONA LOWE was nominated for a RITA with her Single title for BOOMERANG BRIDE! That is soooo cool. Awesome news for a great medical romance author. Congratulations Fiona!!!
Well I’m the other Fiona. Fiona McArthur …And hello to all as I find my way into my first blog on our new site.
Things like when I went to the cake shop yesterday to pick up a cake for a midwife who was retiring.
You know, Happy Retirement, Annette, in purple (midwives colour – or color if you’re in the US) and a little pink plastic baby on the corner of the cake, pink diapered bottom up in the air, so cute. I digress.
Anyway, the lady behind the counter says, ‘Hello, Fiona. I haven’t seen you for a long time. My daughter’s due in a few weeks. Hope you’re on when she comes in to maternity ward.’
Darn I wish I could remember that lady’s name (I really DO know her – just not her name) but will ask my friend, who grew up in this small town and is actually related either through her family or her husband’s to 90% of the people here.
Anyway, I was pretty chuffed. It’s very special that she feels she can trust her daughter to my care. (And they gave us the big size cake for the price of the small one we had ordered and it was truly scrumptious by the way) In return I will drop in one of my ‘Don’t Panic Guide To Birth,’ books because those last few weeks is when the nerves will kick in for any first time mum.
Anyway, point of story, it seems I was the midwife for her daughter’s birth “mumble, mumble” years ago. I find that really, really cool. And I will let you know if I do actually work on her special day.
I’m sure it happens in the city too, especially birth centres, the midwives get to know a family when people come back for their second and third babies but here we know people, their histories, their tragedies and triumphs. The daughter’s of the teachers who taught your kids, (even the ones who hated your kids) the newspaper editors wife, and the hairdressers. There’s always someone you know. No pressure of course. So don’t stuff up, either.
My husband, retired this year after thirty years as a paramedic and he knows everyone, has either picked them up in his ambulance or been at a house when someone else was picked up, and it’s a long day in town if he goes to shop because people want to stop and chat.
But both of us wouldn’t change for the impersonal. I guess that’s why I so enjoy writing rural based midwifery stories and love to share those heart warming moments that seem to crop up so often in small country towns.
Big day at work today with lots of emotion and very familiar faces waiting for their baby to arrive. Guess that’s where this blog came from if you think it’s a strange topic for a blog when my new book out now, “Falling For The Sheikh She Shouldn’t” is such an exception to my usual romance environment.