Sanna

On the 13th May 2011, I was lying on my back, with my legs in the air, trying to expell a human being from my uterus. (Yes, the inner child is notoriously shy). My cervix was stubborn and unyielding. Two epidurals didn't work, a spinal block didn't work. I had a mysterious infection, was running a fever and my heart was beating too fast. I was beginning to accept the doctrine of original sin as the only possible explanation for the bottomless well of pain in which I was drowning.

In walked a young medical student called Sanna. "Are you from Scotland?", I said. Well, I was high on entonox. In fact, like all the best people, Sanna is from many places. She held my hand, mopped my brow to cool me down, said encouraging things, remained calm. Most importantly, she stayed by my side, for 8-10 hours, right until the end, and then beyond. (There was another woman there too, goes by the name of Einav. More about her another time). We talked (between contractions), about geopolitics and anaesthetics, about future peace and future plans. But I think the most important quality in any caregiver, whether they are a doctor, a nurse or a friend or partner, is something that can't be put into words. The fact is that without Sanna, I would not have been able to give birth normally. (Though how anyone can call *that* normal is beyond me). By the same logic, Sanna is also responsible for the fact that I can no longer jump on a trampoline with the carefree abandon of yore.

When Maya was born, she was not well, so they had to take her away from me. Einav went with Maya and the neonatologist to the NICU. It was horrible. Worse than all the physical pain. Lying there in shock, with the midwife's hands making sure the placenta was fully gone, not knowing what was going on with my baby, wanting just to hold her. Sanna was there. Maya and I to stay in the hospital for a further eight days while she recovered, undergoing treatment that was upsetting for both of us. Sanna visited.

There is no word in the English language for friends you make while giving birth, but there should be. Sanna definitely holds a unique place in our hearts. And she is an exceptional human being, one that you want your children to marry so that you can have her in your family. Right now she's working for a UK charity as a paediatric emergency room doctor in Malawi. This is her calling. Happy the patients who luck upon her, sick or injured though they be!

Sanna visited us recently, shortly before leaving for Malawi. The children clamboured all over her, as though she was a mother lioness, and they her cubs. Did they know on some level who she was? Or is she just universally wonderful? This is the mystery of Sanna!