“Did we milk that last patient?”

I was on the back end of a run of 13-hour shifts in the birth suite when I posted this question in the team’s WhatsApp chat at around two in the morning.

I don’t recall posting it, but I do remember dreaming about the fun I had growing up on a dairy farm.

I deduced that my nostalgic childhood recollections were somehow entangled in the web of intensity that came with long days in the birth suite.