I am NOT a Midwife
Posted on June 5, 2017 by elisaweber The room is sticky with heat, silent sweat drips down my back making a puddle of the waistband of my scrubs. I let go of a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and shift awkwardly … Continued
Posted on June 5, 2017 by elisaweber The room is sticky with heat, silent sweat drips down my back making a puddle of the waistband of my scrubs. I let go of a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and shift awkwardly … Continued
November 2, 2017 // Sitting on the other side of the desk. She fumbled to write my name as Kossi spelled Whitney in French. She flipped back and forth between the pages as a woman used the most archaic blood pressure … Continued