Of the five community midwives in the Pink Team, I’ve seen Lesley most frequently. She exudes authority but she’s also friendly and I’ve always felt like she really listens. When I told her on Monday that I’d had an off week she agreed it was unlike me and asked me to come back today. After my examination she said I was close but she’d like to see me again on Monday. I was disappointed, but as I dressed behind the curtain I told her my Dad was working in Sicily until Sunday and didn’t want to become a grandfather in the land of the godfather. She laughed and we chatted about the work he was doing out there.
“Wait, what’s his name?”
I zipped up my boots and told her. There was a beat and then the curtain was ripped back.
“You’re not going to believe this!” she cried.
“You didn’t deliver me!” I teased her, knowing full well she was too young.
“No, I delivered your sister!”
“I remember it so clearly – your dad was sitting there in his leather jacket, reading the Herald. And your mum gave me a present afterwards. Clarins. We never get presents! How old is your sister now?”
“19!” I told her. “I can’t believe that coincidence!”
“Wait, do you have another sister?”
“Yes, Laura’s 25…”
“My best friend Noreen delivered her! Do you mind if l I tell her? This is amazing, you know, I’ve not had a good morning – there are things I have to do as a manager that I don’t like doing, and there’s more happening this afternoon, but this has made my day! Please tell your mum I was asking for her!”
We chatted away as we walked back to the reception – my sisters and I were all born at Rutherglen Maternity hospital which has since been knocked down. It seemed amazing to me that of all the midwives in all the city, she should be the one looking after me the most.
I see coincidences like this as sign posts that I’m on the right path – I’m more convinced than ever that I’ll have a good labour!