Life as a second year midwifery student

I used to work as a research chemist in my position as postgraduate research assistant at the University of Warwick with Professor Haddleton and Professor Bon. I was fully immersed in the world of synthetic polymer chemistry and blissfully unaware of the rigours of the role of a midwife in training. After graduating with my... Continue Reading →

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Breastfeeding: the good, the bad and the ugly: a very personal account as a mum and student midwife

Some find it punishingly hard: swollen, sore breasts; leaky, cracked nipples; milk tinged pink with blood as evidence of the agony and pain gone through to produce this golden elixir, rich in goodness that scientists can only dream of reproducing in a laboratory.

“Who Am I? (What’s my name?)” asked Snoop Dogg

I fell pregnant towards the end of my PhD and - at 36 weeks pregnant in one of the hottest rooms in the department - I spent 4 very sweaty, hypertensive hours of my viva convincing the examiners I was an expert in my field of polymer chemistry. I passed with minimal corrections and went on to be induced for pre-eclampsia shortly afterwards. All was well, I could foresee no problems: my baby would go into full-time childcare and I would continue at breakneck speed along my chosen career path.

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