Scrubs.

Going on-call for 24hrs in the labour ward was anything but fun. A whole lot of pointless waiting and endless groaning. It was only at the strike of 12 (am, not pm) did big pregnant mamas started coming in by the truck-load, all ready to pop babies out. Perfect timing. Like Cinderella. I mean really, if you're gonna have babies, why not do it when the normal population are fast asleep, huh? (i hope you can hear the sarcasm in that).

And that's not the end of my problems. Oh, dear me, No! There was this one night-shift midwife who kept picking on me for no good reason. She was constantly "Izzy this, Izzy that, Izzy do this, Izzy hold that..." - with a tone that was very suggestively confrontational. (I should have never told her my name, she abused it way too much).

I had been on my feet for more than 12hrs when this particular midwife started her shift. I was dead-tired, sleepy, my legs no longer felt like they were attached to the rest of my body and my back was killing me, so I didn't really appreciate the attitude. I understood the fact that the labor ward was their small, little territory and i was nothing more but a trespasser - tolerated, but not liked. And I knew no matter how horrible I felt, I had to put up a fake smile and an apologetic face every time she scolded, glared or ridiculed me. But honestly, it wouldn't have hurt for her to be a little nicer, would it? Tsk.

The only upside to my day in the labor ward was Dr. McVey Rory (We're not really on first name basis... yet. But hey, a girl can dream, right?). He's a bit mean and abrasive in a way (but what girl doesn't like a bad boy?) and he may be a bit stingy with his smiles, altho once he flashes you a glimpse of his pearly whites, you're hooked for life (drools~~).

Ehem... anyway, my main point is that with Rory around, I could finally get my hands dirty. He lets me assist in an episiotomy repair; he pushed me into delivering my first baby; and he asked me to scrub in for a C-section, even tho all i really had to do was cut off the ends of his suturing thread (What's more romantic than assisting a man in his time of need? ^^)

By the end of my shift, I managed to observe 5 normal deliveries, delivered 2 babies, and assisted in 1 C-section. And I only slept 45 minutes of the 24 hours.

Not too bad for a first-timer, huh?

p/s: I think i should mention this because it gives me immense pride. And since there's no easy way to put it, I'm just gonna go ahead and brazenly decleare that: I look good in blue scrubs. Oh yeah baby~~