Ode to my midwife…

OK maybe this won’t exactly be an ode (a lyric poem typically of elaborate or irregular metrical form and expressive of exalted or enthusiastic emotion), but can I just say how much I love my midwife?

I have her cell phone number. Whenever something concerns me I can just call her and talk directly to her. Or I can leave a message and she calls me back within a couple hours.

I don’t have to deal with snarky receptionists telling me that there are more important callers and that they’ll get to me when they can.

I don’t have to show up before her all pale and sickly before she takes me seriously.

I get an answer for my problem right away. I have a new thing to try for the anemia: alfalfa plus vitamin C.

So glad I made this decision.


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