The Story of How I Aimed to Become a Midwife While Raising Children

Good morning!
I'm aoo, a mother of two and a midwife.

In my previous article, I talked about why I decided to become a midwife after becoming a mother.

This time, I would like to write about the subsequent days I spent aiming to become a midwife while raising children."

I started studying during my maternity leave.
I would wait for my son to take a nap, open my reference books, and start studying little by little.
It was during this time that I came across the phrase,
"getting into midwifery school is the hardest part"
.
I still remember my heart pounding the moment I saw those words.
To make matters worse,it was almost impossible to get hold of past exam papers for school entrance exams.
I was fumbling in the dark, not knowing what or how to study.

When my maternity leave ended, I returned to the daily routine of working as a nurse while raising my children.

If my child got a fever, my plans would change.
There were days when I was sleep-deprived due to my child crying at night.

I had almost no time to use for myself.

Even so, my desire to become a midwife did not fade.

Once I started studying, I realized how different it was from my student days when I could focus solely on my studies.

Days spent at my desk after the children were asleep.
The battle against sleepiness.
Balancing housework and childcare.
My studies didn't progress as I had hoped, and I felt like giving up many times.

With no end in sight to my studies, I thought,
"Can I really do this?"
I thought that not just once or twice.

Even so, the reason I didn't give up was becauseI wanted to make the dream my son showed me a reality.

When I felt like giving up during those endless days, it was my husband who pushed me forward, saying,

"You're working so hard, why don't you try taking the school entrance exam this year?"
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I was honestly surprised, as I had been thinking about taking the exam in two or three years. At the same time, I remember feeling as if a little light had shone into a pitch-black tunnel.

Thinking back now, I might not have become a midwife if it weren't for those words.

Even though I worried and hesitated a lot, I continued to move forward one step at a time.
Next time, I will write about my life and clinical training at midwifery school.