Last week after carefully putting my valentines flowers in water, I sadly left my housemates to enjoy them for the rest of the afternoon and headed off to swing shift. One of my baby checks had showed up, so I poked and prodded and listened and weighed. Just as I was finishing up one of my teammates popped into the cubicle to let me know a labour had just come in for me and “this is her sixth baby, you should get in here quick”. I said a quick goodbye to my baby check and snagged a pair of gloves. As I took my place at the end of the bed the midwife assisting me let me know that “I have been on a lot of weird shifts lately”. Sure enough my valentines day baby ever so slowly squeezed her way out in a thick coating of gooey meconium (basically baby poop). She immediately got a lot of attention: suction, oxygen, shots, clothing – we couldn’t be sure she hadn’t inhaled any so we prepared to take her to the hospital. Meanwhile her mother was having difficulties of her own, the blood just kept coming. Another set of people had their attention on her: shots, IV fluid, and careful monitoring. While I rushed off to the hospital with the baby, my supervisor calmly continued to care for the mother. I sadly left my baby at the hospital under the care of her father and headed back to the clinic. With the bleeding under control I proceeded to care for the mother for the rest of the evening. Eventually she was stable enough to transfer to another bed to get some rest. Today baby Alieyah and her mom came to the clinic for a check up. I was so happy to see them both! Alieyah looks and sounds healthy, and her mom was able to keep breastfeeding her even though she was in the hospital for awhile. She has gained weight since birth and is looking really cute.