"Hey man, this is yours"

...actual words uttered by my junior as he handed a newborn baby to its father. As if he were perhaps returning a borrowed football. The new father, on the other hand, was too busy fighting back tears to notice the inelegant handover. It was coming to the end of a long night shift, and the midwife and I struggled to keep from laughing out loud.

The new job's OK. Once again it's horribly anitisocial hours (2 weekends in a row; 4 long days in a row), but the work itself is fairly satisfying. I think I have finally grown into the 'middle grade' role - being responsible for making decisions about patients on the ground, and accountable directly to the boss (consultant). I feel like I know what I'm doing, and that I'm doing it well. Frighteningly, that was not the case in my last 2 posts, and I struggled with my seeming inability to perform better than (or even as well as) others on the same rota at work.

..have to go. More next time (as am on normal 9-5s this week - amazing!).