Midwife Circus Performer
- boundbydiversity
- Mar 15
- 1 min read
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I’ve come to learn that there’s a secret, unspoken science behind balancing motherhood and a full-time career: it’s a perpetual experiment in emotional physics. You keep adding to one side of the scale—your job, with its demands and crises—and watch as it teeters dangerously close to imbalance. Then you scramble to tip it back the other way—family time, school events, bedtime stories—only to find you’re still off-kilter. If you’re lucky, you achieve a few seconds of what feels like equilibrium. But breathe too loud, and the whole thing topples.
For someone like me, a midwife who helps parents navigate their own life-altering changes, you’d think I’d have this art of balance down pat. But the truth is, I’m winging it just like everyone else—juggling my hospital shifts and my responsibilities as a mother, all while managing postnatal depression that lurks like a shadow in my peripheral vision. Some days, I feel like a circus performer walking a tightrope, hoping my wobbly routine doesn’t end in a spectacular crash.



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