A beautiful Labor Day weekend vacation took my family to Salem, MA. Of course, we went to the Salem Witch Museum. Lonely husband took our youngest daughter out 3 minutes into the presentation--she was petrified. He unfortunately was not privy to my children's revelations about their mother's new job.
First, we heard the history of the Salem witch trials. Afterwards, we were shuffled along to a second area were we heard about the changing perceptions of witches over time. This started with an explanation of how the first “witches” were actually midwives. My son’s jaws just dropped. They looked at me and said—“you went to school and did all that work to become a witch?” Then the younger ones said to the older one—“Did you know she was a witch, now?” I thought to myself, I hope they don’t ask lonely dad and husband that question since I can only imagine he would have something very snarky to share! Thank God, the gift shop was next and thoughts of their “witch mom” dissolved into the “can I have” and the “I need’s”.
So, I can see it now on career day—“Can I bring in my mom, she’s a witch?”
I am a new CNM(Previous life = labor and delivery RN for 17 years. I will be joining a practice where I will be the only midwife. I will also be the only midwife at the hospital where I will be with birthing women.--Yes, I am the Lonely Midwife. I live with lonely husband and our six neglected children. This blog is meant to chronicle my struggles and triumphs as I try to offer midwifery care to women in a medical environment. Nothing on this blog should be construed as medical advice. Please see your midwife. Any story here has been somewhat changed to protect identity and not violate any federal laws--just what I don't need.