The most interesting experiences regarding Serena’s birth in London were the house calls made by trained midwives after we went home.
I remember one of the most annoying and nerve racking thing associated with Grayson’s birth, after leaving Northside, were the multitude of doctor’s visits. It seemed like every few days we had to pack-up the whole family, drive to the doctor’s office, sit in the waiting room for about an hour, only to spend enough time with the doctor to hear the worlds, “everyone looks great!” It’s a waste of time and energy if you ask me.
Now, although Gilliam isn’t a British subject, he does have a British Healthcare number. So, when Gilliam’s birth was registered by the Hospital, he was immediately put into the system, which meant healthcare would come to us, rather than us going to healthcare.
St. John and Lizzies handed off our file to another hospital, which was geographically closer to our apartment. At which point, the new hospital’s roving midwives were now responsible for us.
About a day after we returned home, Serena received a call from Roberto, our assigned midwife. And yes… you heard me correctly… his name was Roberto. Comically, when Serena first talked to him she thought he said “Roberta”… and took note of “her” rather deep voice. When Roberto arrived in our apartment for the first time it completely threw Serena off. She had complete programmed herself to expect a woman. Who would have thought otherwise?
Anyway, I never met Roberto, but Serena loved him. Smart, funny, helpful. And the whole idea of having a midwife visit us at home is so novel that we can’t criticize or complain.
Two thumbs up for house calls!
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