Don't you just hate the first day? Everyone insists on telling me how to do my job, if they were cleaners, I might actually care! I didn't get the job because I wanted it, or I wanted the money, I wanted to see how everything actually works in the hospital.
My sister had a baby who was still born about 10 years ago and I wanted to see how it all works. Sounds morbid, I know, but that's the sort of person I am.
Sometimes I think I'm doing good and I help someone, but really I'm putting someone else in danger.


I was cleaning out the corridoor when I walked into the maternity ward. I saw some shocking sites; in one room was a woman screaming and shouting her head of, another a woman crying her eyes out as the woman said her her baby was stillborn, and in another a woman swearing and kicking and screaming. But the last room shocked me most of all, a room with several babies in incubators. There were about 3; two twins and a single. Suddenly I stumbled over the single child's breathing pipe and her breathing was going down, without giving it a second thought I switched one of the twins with the dying baby.

I thought I was doing good, I'm sure they would both rather have one baby...

I hid in the cupboard as the nurses and doctors came in to the room, I heard one of them say 'bad news I'm afraid' as they took out the lifeless body of a small premature baby.