The Midwife's One-Night Fling. Sue MacKay

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       CHAPTER TWO

      ‘FIONA, CAN YOU go to Labour and Delivery? I mean Freya.’

      Freya nodded. She was getting rather used to being called the wrong name by Stella, the associate unit manager.

      ‘Sure.’

      ‘And can you buddy with Kelly?’

      Freya had been working there for a fortnight now, and today she was to go to the labour and delivery unit. ‘Buddying’ meant that she and Kelly would check each other’s CTG readings to ensure that two sets of skilled eyes overlooked the tracings. Even after two weeks it was no less daunting than it had been on her first day.

      She had spent the first week in the antenatal clinic and the past few days on the maternity ward, and now she was on her second day in L&D.

      There were so many staff, and each day there seemed to be new faces. Freya had really clicked with one midwife yesterday, but as it had turned out she’d just been doing an agency shift, so Freya had no idea if she would see her again.

      Everyone was so busy, and though they were all professional and nice, there just wasn’t the same vibe from her colleagues that Freya was used to.

      As she walked to L&D Freya rolled over the top of her trousers as they were way too loose. Her uniform consisted of dark blue trousers and a pale blue top and it was less than flattering. She couldn’t care less, but the sizing must be off because it hung off her. Although she had lost a bit of weight since she’d arrived, due to the constant busy pace and the lack of time to do a proper shop.

      As she pressed the green button and the doors to L&D parted she saw a woman pushing an IV, walking the corridor with her support person. Freya gave them a smile.

      She checked the board and saw that Dr Mina was the obstetrician in charge today. In the short while she had been at the Primary, Freya had worked with her several times, and found her incredibly efficient as well as a calming presence to the patients.

      The hand-over was in depth, so that everyone was well-versed on all the patients—both those present now and those expected to arrive over the course of the shift.

      ‘Freya, can you take over from Angela in D5?’ asked Pat, the midwife in charge of L&D today. ‘She’s awaiting an epidural, but finding an anaesthetist this morning is proving a rather hard ask.’

      ‘Has the second-on been paged?’ Freya asked, and that earnt her a wry smile from her colleague.

      ‘Everyone’s been paged, but there’s been a five-car pile-up on the M25 and there was already a dissecting triple A being rushed to Theatre, along with a collapse on the paediatric ward. Then we had to call the Crash Caesarean Team out half an hour ago. Right now Anaesthetics are snowed under, and it’s a case of if a patient’s screaming then at least they’re breathing.’

      Freya took a breath of her own. That patient-load sounded like a full week’s work in Cromayr Bay at the height of summer, but it was just another morning at the Primary.

      Or not. Because then Pat explained that it had been an exceptionally busy night in Casualty too.

      ‘Just remind Kathy in D5 that she hasn’t been forgotten. Her husband, Ben, is getting upset.’

      Freya checked her patient’s details and then went into the delivery suite. The lights were low and the suite was dim, and Kathy was kneeling up and holding on to the head of the delivery bed as Angela pressed a hot pack into her back.

      ‘Hi, there,’ Freya said as she approached. ‘I’m Freya. I’m—’

      ‘Are you an anaesthetist?’ Kathy’s husband snapped.

      ‘No, I’m a midwife,’

      ‘Not good enough! My wife has been waiting for two hours for an epidural.’

      ‘Please, Ben,’ Kathy implored, but then her face screwed up and she leant on her forearm as a contraction came.

      Angela helped her through it as Freya checked all the equipment. Angela brought her up to speed with Kathy’s progress, but then gestured with her head to the door. Freya followed her out.

      ‘The husband is getting really tense and it’s upsetting Kathy,’ Angela said.

      ‘I can see that.’ Freya nodded.

      ‘He’s a great guy—he’s just terrified. But Kathy has still got a good way to go. I’ve called down to Casualty but two of their patients are currently being transferred to ICU, so they’re very tied up. The anaesthetist in our theatre is aware, though he’s probably half an hour or so away.’

      ‘Okay...’

      ‘You could try calling Switch and asking—’

      ‘No need.’

      A voice she recognised, though she hadn’t heard it since her СКАЧАТЬ