Midwives, mothers and medical students
During the past five years of medical school, I can recall facing numerous new but strange situations. One such occasion was during my first week of obstetrics as a medical student. I was just three months into my first clinical year and, having just completed six weeks of medicine and six weeks of surgery, had been given the challenge of mastering “obs and gynae.” My ignorance at the time was such that I did not even know the difference between the two. On top of this, by some perverse twist of fate, I was to be the first medical student “on call” in the labour ward. Looking back, it is terrifying to think how I was thrown into the deep end, but at the time I didn't quite know what to expect.
I stepped into the labour ward for the first time and immediately noticed the moist, warm atmosphere. The