In our second year of midwifery training, one of our tutors played us a video.
An American woman, running on endorphins and with a pendulous bump is pushing in a birth pool. It looks like early morning, as pale light is getting in through gaps in the curtains. It's a serene and poster perfect sight.
The baby is born and the mother catches him herself, their cord twisting back into the water.
And then she looks up, worried, as a midwife suddenly begins to suction her baby’s nose and throat with a bulb syringe. There's a collective groan in the room from my student colleagues. (more…)