It was beautiful, though there was some resistance to coming home, and somebody got very cranky with her children!
The experience of working as a midwife at Epworth Hospital was not what I had expected - caring for women just after their c-section births, some who were bleeding, and caring for their vulnerable little babies, brought me back to the terrible fears of giving birth to Eowyn, thinking she had died, then realising they were battling for my life and that I would probably die. I am very thankful for my life, and Eowyn's life, for God's care for us.
When Cosette was born, she was taken straight to neonatal intensive care, and it was very distressing for me to be separated from her.
I have decided not to continue working as a midwife and a nurse. There's so much on my plate right now, adapting to a culture I had expected to feel familiar, which is actually very strange. One day I hope to work through my birthing experiences in a healing way, but not yet. I'm going to go on the dole, and look for a job which inspires me, which utilises my gifts, creativity and initiative, and in which I can shine.