Being a midwife

I love this reflective poem by Pam. It captures so succinctly what midwives feel at times.

Don`t

by Pam

Don`t mess with me,

I`m tired.

Don`t hug me,

I will cry.

Don`t tell me it will be ok,

I feel it won`t.

Don`t do any more washing,

I can see the ironing pile getting bigger.

Don`t offer me chocolate,

I feel fat.

Don`t ask me to do just one more visit,

I`ve already worked 120hrs.

Don`t shout at me,

I will shout back.

Don`t be patronizing,

I will shed tears.

Don`t frustrate me,

I`m an emotional knot inside.

Don`t call me unnecessarily,

I will put the phone in the toilet!