Edit’s story
Edit’s story When learning in medical school, I had my second year’s summer internship/practice at maternity ward. Since I am the oldest out of 4 children in my family, nursing and raising the little ones became quite a routine in my childhood so didn’t often feel myself a child. I guess this is why I have developed my perfectionist side, my caring side and my mind-set up all over the place side. I didn’t like to put up with any other kids around me, my 3 siblings were more than enough. The other children surely felt that because they had never come to me to play. So by default I was not child friendly and like this had to go to the maternity ward for summer practice surrounded by the many of crying little „frogs”. When I was there fourth time, I went into a room where at least 10 of the approximately 18-22 newborn babies were cying. I cannot tell how I exactly felt but I had to go in, as if I had been pulled in there. There was no nurse in the room, just