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I don't understand.
No, it's that way.
Louise! We're late!
I'm always busy? Seriously?
Bullshit!
How is this your mother's business?
- You gotta be kidding. - Hang up!
What's your beef with me anyway?
I said I'd live with you. That's not committing?
How dare you? That's low!
What a chauvinistic thing to say!
You're just trying to hurt me.
And on my 1st day!
- Maternity ward. - Hello.
We're the new midwives.
Deep breath.
Hold it.
Congratulations!
Bravo, honey!
You were terrific.
You were amazing.
MIDWIVES
Welcome!
Thanks.
It's all over me.
It's gonna be ok.
Forget that guy. Let's go kick some ass.
Gimme a smile.
Ready, girls? Of course I'd rather keep her.
But I keep calling PEDS. They're full.
Let me know, ok?
Marushka? Broken stirrups in 2.
Really? I'm on it.
Marylin,
take Louise to see Bénédicte.
- Who? - The redhead.
- Me. - Come with me.
Hello.
That's Greg, head doc. Fox in the henhouse.
Brilliant and young.
Anyway, we all are. 30 years of this and you're dead.
Béné. Louise the newbie. You get to supervise her.
- This is a joke. - Nope.
Are you serious?
A trainee? We're swamped.
Bénédicte, I have to recruit.
Know what this is? Sabotage. Carelessness.
Save it. I can't predict when we'll have a rush.
Found it, Sofia! You're doing birthing classes.
Classes? I have level III training. I can keep up.
I always got great evaluations.
Look, Sofia. Midwifery is more than adrenaline.
Follow me, I'll show you where it is.
Let's go.
Wipe off that make-up.
This is the tube for the IAS. See the different bags?
I just mark everything urgent.
Who is that for?
5. For Marylin.
On my way.
No offense, but a trainee today is madness!
Oxytocin storage.
The nursery.
Here's the cord gasses room.
Medical abortion room.
You alright, ma'am?
No, not really?
You're not breathing. That's why.
I know, but you gotta breathe.
Can I show you a trick? Stand like this.
That's it. Great.
Breathe. Exactly.
The restroom, if you ever get to pee.
Here when you use a STAN,
the trace goes to the central monitor, so open ORBIS.
Do you follow me?
The central, with all the babies' traces?
The central, of course!
NICU. Operating room.
So this is where we put breeches, vbacs, twins, and preemies.
Near the OR and NICU, just in case.
You better remember every word!
- Sorry... - Phones go in the locker.
Ok?
- Couldn't you find the exit? - Sorry.
I had a shitty day.
Me too. Dullest day of my life.
- No joke? - I swear.
Teaching just isn't my thing.
You have to learn to take risks. Have a little faith.
It just went too fast, Mom.
I need time to grow into a relationship. Like anyone.
There's no instruction manual. If you can't trust anyone...
Maybe we just handle our relationships differently.
That's for sure. But you don't make it easy.
Look how every little remark triggers you.
Mom, that's not true.
It's just with you. You know exactly where it hurts.
I push your buttons.
Exactly! It's like you try to... see?
I was calm till this call.
With that attitude,
you won't get far.
Mom, I'm tired. I had an awful week.
The breakup plus the move...
I don't need you to rub it in. That's not why I called.
I'm not rubbing it in. Forever the victim!
I'd rather not continue this chat. Talk later, ok?
- Rest up, honey. - You too.
Don't be a brat.
- Talk next month. - Right. Bye.
C'mon, kiddo.
Screw her. She's just worried about you.
At least you can complain. My mom would disown me.
- I'll lend you mine. Call her. - I just might.
May I examine you?
So...
The contractions won't stop.
We've tried everything. The Terb didn't work.
Ok? So you're still in labor,
and your two girls are on their way.
It's soon, I know. Too soon.
They'll be premature.
They'll need attention and care.
But...
that's our specialty here.
You're in the right place for them to get optimal care.
I know...
We'll take it step by step.
I'll leave you a minute.
If you have any questions at all
that come to mind, we're here.
Alright?
What the hell was that?
What's this? An emotional outburst? Your issues?
Your job is to comfort people!
So leave your "issues" in the locker with your phone.
This is a Level III hospital. Wake up!
We get the worst cases. That crap has no place here.
How can I help you?
I'm not gonna help you help me!
Unbelievable.
None of the senior staff will do deliveries!
Interims?
A nightmare to find, let alone train. I'm desperate.
Marushka?
Call me back, ok?
Need help in deliveries?
The classroom's empty. I can lend a hand.
Push. Yes, yes, yes!
Keep pushing! This baby's on its way.
Great work, Cécilia. Keep pushing!
Another second. A little longer.
Hold it! Hold it!
Hold it!
Let's go again. This time blow, like into a straw.
Like into a straw.
Excellent. Very good.
Yes!
Perfect.
Great, Cécilia. You can stop now.
- Let the perineum stretch. - Ok.
Want to feel where she is?
Your daughter is here.
Alright...
Blow again. Slowly.
Very good.
Can you push, Cécilia, to clear the little shoulder?
- But there's no contraction. - That's ok.
Same as before?
Yes.
Hold your arms out. Take your daughter.
She's here. Hold her.
Baby!
There she is.
My baby!
Bravo!
Congratulations!
Bravo, Cécilia.
Congratulations, sir.
Hey you.
Bravo.
You did a great job.
Thanks.
You were fantastic. Pretty little pumpkin.
Let's turn her over to cut the cord.
Here, pretty baby.
Good. Perfect.
- Shall we check on 6? - Her results must be in.
Results?
I ran her platelets again. With preeclampsia, I prefer to.
I catheterized her, left her IV in. They know upstairs.
Room 346. Soon as we have the results.
Great work.
Louise, you ok?
Remember your baby photo for the board.
- You bet. - Is it only for midwives?
For you, I'll make an exception.
You too, Sofia. We're a team.
I won't rest until I do.
Antoine, OB-GYN intern.
I'm waiting for urgent bloodwork. Still nothing.
No...
- Julie? - In hypnotherapy training.
- Fanfan? - Sick leave.
It's a vicious cycle. Sick leaves exhaust the others,
who in turn get sick. We'll all get sick.
What can I do? I have nobody to supervise her.
Who, Sofia?
Sofia can handle herself.
Really?
So it's settled.
Great!
I can cross that off my list!
Excuse me.
I have a question.
How do you...
measure dilation?
How do you feel with your fingers...
when the cervix is at 2, 4 or 8?
I've read about it,
but I wonder how it works in practice.
'Cause I've never touched a cervix.
I don't think.
Louise, how do you measure dilation?
The new extern wants to know.
Oh, with a slide ruler.
- A slide ruler? - Yeah.
Oh, so you mean...
Right! Of course not.
Hey, cheerleaders! I'm on the phone.
Girls, whose patient is that?
She's in pain.
2 more are on the way.
"Girls, and the boy!"
Soon as we cut loose, it's back to work.
Could I watch a birth?
- Could I? - Sorry, no time.
Could I...
Ma'am...
Be right there. Sorry.
Ms. Weiss is fully dilated.
She's in 5. I'll take her.
Her husband creeps me out.
- What's in her chart? - Nothing.
But I think there's abuse.
Send her up. One bed left.
Minor. Fully dilated. 38 weeks. No risk factors.
You too? Everyone's fully dilated!
Capucine? Hemorrhage in 1
and Antoine's in the OR.
- Isn't 1 empty? - Not anymore.
The shit show begins!
Deliveries.
Yes, be right there.
A walk-in from the ER. 7 cm, in pain.
I can't. I have an unaccompanied minor.
I'll take her.
- You already have 3 patients. - We all do.
Mine are low-risk. I can take a 4th.
Shit. That's me.
Take her.
But keep me posted.
We're swamped.
Can you reschedule today's medical abortion?
Thanks.
Take another breath.
And release. Good.
I know it's hard,
but I need you to wait a little longer for a room.
I'll let your husband take over.
Be right with you.
The central's down in 5!
The other traces are gone.
- Since when? - Last night.
If I spend an hour in room 5
how can I watch the others?
- Is your central monitor working? - Yes.
Call maintenance.
You heard her!
Focus on this breath.
Inhale.
Let it out slowly. You're doing great.
Keep going.
Keep helping her breathe. Ok?
Good. I'll be back.
- Keep at it. Good luck. - Thanks.
I've a baby to dress. Can I leave you?
Sorry. Be right back.
Ok, Clara.
Your cervix hasn't opened.
Your contractions are weak.
But not to worry, you'll gradually dilate.
Excuse me... She's in real pain. She never complains.
I can see that. But labor is not normal pain.
Relax, baby! Everything is going to be alright.
We'll do our best to relieve the pain.
I'll be back. Call if you need me.
On this screen,
I see the baby's heart.
Wherever I am.
And it's fine.
Ok, Clara?
- Be right back. - Thank you.
Sorry.
Fuck!
This isn't a race. Speed isn't efficiency.
Sorry, Bénédicte.
- Ready, Capucine? - Yup.
Mona, time for the epidural. You'll soon get relief.
It's not working?
No.
Technical problem. Just a sec.
- Is your central on? - Yes.
Keep an eye on 2. Mine is out.
Yes.
Tell her, head down.
- Head down. - Good!
Hold still. Eyes on me.
Drop your shoulders. Curve your back.
Mouna, look at me.
Look at me! Mouna!
- Sit still. - That's right.
If you keep moving, you can forget about the epidural!
Now stop moving!
Head down. Shoulders rounded.
Great, Mouna.
Squeeze my hand. Mangle it if you want.
Perfect. Bravo, Mouna. That's right.
Don't move. Good.
Right there.
Breathe. Almost done.
That's it.
You're doing great.
- OR 1. Emergency. - Code red. I'll go.
Stay put, Sofia!
OR 1. Emergency.
Don't move.
OR 1...
Sofia! It's your baby in 2.
OR 1. Emergency.
All good!
Handle the dad.
You can't come in, sir.
What's happening? Is he ok?
- I want to see him! - Let us work.
3.1 kilos.
Start the APGAR.
Pulse ox.
Grab a catheter.
Dry him off. Stimulate him.
APGAR 0. Suction.
3:23.
- Time of birth? - 3:21.
Starting ventilation.
1, 2, 3...
2, 2, 3...
3, 2, 3...
4, 2, 3...
5, 2, 3...
Still bradycardiac.
- Increase the oxygen to 30. - Thirty.
- 40, sorry. - Forty.
- Come on, baby. - Still low.
60?
- Term baby? - Yes.
- We have 60. - SAT's still 30.
Go to 100.
100. There.
No change. Compressions. Name?
- Sofia. - Start compressions.
1, 2, 3... breathe.
1, 2, 3...
We're not in sync. Again.
1, 2, 3... breathe.
3 minutes. No change.
Suction. Célia, a bigger catheter.
- How big? - Size 10.
Come on!
Don't leave us.
Resume suction.
C'mon, baby.
Come on, heartrate up!
Resume ventilation. 1, 2, 3...
Breathe.
1, 2, 3... breathe.
Still low.
Célia, resume compressions.
Nothing. He's not recovering.
Célia, intubate,
and you, adrenaline.
Don't leave us. 3:25 pm.
4 and a half minutes and still no response.
Ok, ready.
Wait...
We have a heart.
- Great! - Baby!
Show us your brain's not fried.
Come on...
Call PEDS.
The SAT is improving.
I'll do it.
Hello? It's Célia.
Sending you a C-section,
code red after a uterine rupture.
We did compressions. He's recovering.
40% saturation and stable.
I have nothing to add. The baby's hypothermic, but stable.
Tomorrow's MRI will tell us more.
Thanks, Inès.
What happened yesterday?
A lot of things.
Understaffing,
that's what.
Everyone, please!
Let's start from the beginning.
I have the patient's chart: "Severe pain,
"tachycardia with decelerations, weak contractions."
Sofia, think of a rupture?
No. I put the CTG on. I first thought residual pain.
I had no time...
Sofia's not on trial. Agreed? She's new to the unit.
I should've supervised her.
It's neither of you.
The problem is, had the patient been given a bed,
anyone would've seen her contractions slow.
How could you think uterine rupture without a monitor?
It's always the same thing...
I'm not accusing Sofia, let alone Béné.
It sounds like you are.
Like this is a trial.
Silence everyone!
Sofia, please resume.
I put her in bed on a CTG. The rate was low, but not alarming.
She was in agony, despite slow contractions.
I should've noticed.
You couldn't have.
Nobody could.
With the central down, I asked Reda for help.
True.
I saw nothing alarming.
If you'd mentioned an issue, I'd have looked for one.
Reda,
stop shifting blame!
The problem's not Sofia!
The problem's the hospital!
It's this failing, understaffed system!
We often have 4 patients each!
5 years ago, that was unusual. Now it's the norm.
- In the UK, it's one per midwife. - This isn't the UK!
So we should do nothing?
- I didn't say that. - So what do you suggest?
I say let's strike.
What good will striking do? We have to work, Marylin.
The idea is to cut costs.
Strike, but they'll never hire.
For interims, striking is a bad strategy.
Is accepting more shifts like yesterday a good one?
If we do, we'll end up losing a baby.
That'll be the new norm. Is that it?
We got through it, right?
What's that mean? That nobody died?
Is that your only criteria? A brain-damaged baby
would be fine?
Waiting 4 hours for care?
Going to code red before we can call IT.
- Is that normal? - Did I say that?
Did I?
It sounds like it.
She's right. We run around,
barely talk to patients. It dehumanizes our job.
Let's stop playing the victims.
The central's fixed, yes?
So we stand here arguing as other disasters happen?
As usual...
It's always the same who are committed.
Always the same?
Don't anyone dare question my commitment!
I rack up overtime.
I come in sick.
I get UTIs from not pissing.
I haven't seen my son all year. Me, not committed?
I'm dreaming.
Hi, everyone.
I wanted to congratulate you all
for surviving yesterday's tsunami.
It was a really hard shift,
but we got through it together
thanks to your courage and skill.
These things call for a reward.
So today sushi is on me!
That's great!
Be right back.
Shit!
This chart is empty.
- Shit. - What's wrong?
No bloodwork since the 1st ultrasound.
You're right. It's empty.
Not even an anesthetic review.
Capucine, I have a patient in pain with no labwork.
- None? - Just the 1st trimester.
Late-dated pregnancy. Migrant background.
Homeless. You get the picture.
We can draw blood now
and flag it urgent.
Thanks, Reda. The bloodwork's mandatory.
Dilation?
8 in the ER.
What good's an epidural? She's about to deliver.
- Want me to take her? - No.
It's a complex case.
She doesn't speak French. No medical records.
We don't know her story.
I'll be fine.
Could I watch a birth?
No. Hard cases.
Shit, Valentin. I totally forgot about you.
- No worries. - I'm sorry.
Béné, could I watch the delivery in 4?
Sorry, Valentin. Too late, it was born.
We can't always think of you,
our plates are full.
Push, push! Really hard!
Harder.
You're not doing enough. Help your baby, ma'am.
- Push! - Don't shout at her.
Harder, don't let up.
Let her breathe.
- Breathe, ma'am. - Ok.
Next contraction, really push. Understand?
- She does. - You're not doing it right.
Deep breath, hold it.
Go!
Push!
Yoo-hoo! Hear me?
- Stop shouting. - C'mon, push!
This time, for real.
It's no good. I can't push for her.
Let her breathe.
Your baby's coming.
Next contraction,
on my colleague's signal, take a breath...
Hold it. Blow like we showed you.
Stay focused. This time for real.
Don't stop. Push!
Let's go.
Harder.
Stop!
Here she is! Bravo, ma'am.
Congratulations. A girl.
10:22 pm.
There she is.
Bravo, ma'am.
There.
Good.
Give her to me, Louise.
- Give her to me. - She's fine.
There. Wait.
There.
Wake up!
Show some color!
Come on!
Fuck!
Don't worry,
Ms. Agazi.
We're giving your baby a little rub.
She's being taken good care of.
Come on, pink up!
Gently, Sofia.
There we are!
You can hold her now.
No, I'm too tired.
What's the princess' name?
Have you chosen one, Mariam?
You choose.
Hey, you.
Hi, little baby.
My name's Charlotte.
Mom's not ready to hold you,
but she will, ok?
We're all here.
Just for you. We sure are.
What a pretty baby.
Are you ok?
Call PEDS about the code red?
They'll tell me to wait for the MRI
to find out if the kid's fried or just hyperactive.
What's the point?
Louise, that's not the issue.
What happened back there?
She was my patient.
- I just wanted to help. - You, help?
- Wanna sit? - You're in my way.
Oh, sorry.
I was... Sorry.
What's that?
I'm apartment hunting. Currently I live with my...
I've always lived with my parents. It's not a problem...
But I have to wake up early.
Because I commute.
You can crash at our place.
At your place?
Yeah, on the sofa. There's a spot.
That's so nice!
You mean crash with you and Louise?
I wouldn't be... imposing?
It's not charity. You'd pay rent. 200 euros.
Temporarily. If Louise okays it.
Great... Yeah, I admit...
It would be ideal for me.
If it's no hassle.
The hassle is you asking me! Ok?
Of course. Sorry.
It's so nice of you...
to offer.
I'll make myself invisible. Anyway...
Sweet dreams, Mathis.
My belly hurts, my legs hurt,
and you say be brave? Thanks for the door!
Bravery, bravery! I'm in pain, Mom!
For crying out loud!
My daughter's in labor.
Reda?
Where's Reda?
Reda?
- This is a hospital. - I know.
I'm looking for my son. He's a doctor.
His sister is here. Reda, honey?
Stop shouting!
We came to give birth. The baby's here!
I'm the one giving birth!
- Thanks, miss. - Which rooms are free?
Room 2.
- Where's her room? - I can get there myself.
I'll help you, ma'am.
- My son is here, miss. - Turn her off.
- She's in pain. - I know.
What's happening? Is she ok?
No, she's in pain.
Terrible pain.
- Where are you Samir? - Not far, 198 km away.
An hour and a half.
That's great. Good.
Breathe, breathe...
No, not like that.
Breathe, honey.
Mom, let her breathe!
It will pass.
- Where's Béné? - She's not here 24/7.
Bénédicte's supposed to deliver your sister.
Well, it's not her anymore.
I don't trust this lady.
Reda, please.
Are you crazy, Mom?
I'm not letting my brother deliver me.
Mom, please.
You can do it, Reda.
No, I can't. Look...
Louise will do it.
She's a great midwife. I trust her.
So I'll leave you with her.
Where are you going, Reda? Stay with us!
Don't leave us!
Let him work!
Your sister's giving birth!
You're at 5 cm.
So you're halfway through.
- Do you want an epidural? - Yes, she does.
- Samir! - Don't start! Let me think.
It's not Samir's decision.
An epidural, Souad!
Give me a second to decide!
- What's Reda think? - Nothing!
Reda is pro-epidural.
Concentrate. It's up to you, Souad.
- What do you want? - An epidural!
I had 2 kids. I know best.
I only listen to Souad. So what'll it be?
You'll feel nothing.
No pain.
- Ok, ok! - There, she decided.
Call the anesthesiologist.
- Whatever you want. - Call him.
You sure, Souad?
I don't have a choice.
Call the anesthesiologist, I said.
- I heard you. - Give me an epidural.
- Give me two! - An epidural, then?
Call the anesthesiologist.
She said yes. Call him.
- Stop it. - You'll see.
Are you gonna do her job?
See?
Where's the anesthesiologist?
You're going to leave the room for a few minutes.
I'm not leaving. I'm staying with my daughter.
Her husband's not here, but I am.
But I need to talk to her.
It's ok if she stays, ma'am.
No. I understand it's hard
to see her suffer
but I need her alone to do my job.
After the birth, do as you like.
But there's only room for one mother, and it's Souad.
So please leave.
Please.
Thanks. See you later.
I'm sorry.
I wanted you to have some peace to concentrate.
- Thanks. - Alright?
Yes.
That's it.
Keep pushing till the end of the contraction.
- Want to help her? - How?
Come here.
Put your hands firmly on either side.
And squeeze hard.
Souad, push back on his hands.
She'll fall!
No, your wife is strong. She's very stable.
Between contractions, help her relax.
Ok?
So? Everything ok?
- Yes. - Is my daughter alright?
Everything's just fine. Come with me.
- Everything's fine. - Louise, could I...
Sorry. It's private. She's my sister.
- What's he want? - Nothing, Mom.
- Sorry, Valentin. - No worries.
Why's it doing that?
Why? Look.
- It's going down. - And back up.
What's happening? Tell me.
- As long as it goes back up. - It isn't.
- It's going even lower. - No, Mom.
It's in the grey zone.
Ok. I get it.
So everything is ok?
You sister's not suffering?
The baby? The heartrate? It's all good.
Ok.
Wait...
And there?
It's going down. There's a problem!
Stop! You're stressing me out.
Explain it to me. Look, it went back up.
- It's dropping a little. - No...
- Reda... - What?
Why did it drop like that?
Reda! Look what's happening.
- Stop it. - Why? Your sister!
Something happened... there.
Reda. It disappeared. No heartbeat.
Where is it? Reda?
It disappeared. What?
Tell me. Is it here?
It's here.
The baby is here!
It's over.
Reda. My granddaughter!
Baby...
I love you all.
I love you.
She's perfect.
Yes.
And Ms. Agazi?
- She has 3 nights in a hotel. - Then where?
I don't know, Charlotte! Sofia, come in.
Know where she'll end up? The street.
But it won't be on you.
3 nights for a clear conscience!
What am I supposed to do?
Great. Thanks a lot.
- Shall I come back? - Sit down Sofia. It's fine.
So, Sofia...
I'm very pleased with you. Really.
But I sense you're tired.
I'm not sure you're cut out for deliveries
so I want to suggest prenatal.
- Or why not... - Did you get negative feedback?
That's not it. Not everyone's at home in deliveries.
You had a rocky start. It's not your fault.
But I know the incident is still on your mind.
I'm a midwife. I should be able to handle CPR.
We can't save everyone, Sofia.
Please understand that.
Midwifery means being there
for the best of times, and for the much harder ones.
If I can't save everyone, what's the point?
What I love is deliveries.
Can I get back to work?
Yes.
It's Marylin. I'm calling to see if you have room
for a secundi para. Delivery at 12:08.
Hello. I'm looking for housing
for a woman we delivered
a month ago and who's homeless.
Sure. I'll hold.
- Yes. Well thanks anyway. - For Ms. Agazi?
We've looked everywhere. No luck.
Can you put Ms. Sajaux's chart here? Thanks.
Good luck.
I'm sending a patient. Vaginal delivery. No pathologies.
2nd degree perineal tear.
Little girl. 3.1 kilos. Normal APGAR and pH.
Got a room for me?
I'll wait.
Reda? I think my trace in 3 is dropping.
Should I give her Terb?
- Terb? You cut the oxytocin? - Yeah.
Did the patient mobilize?
- No hypertonia or hyperstimulation? - Right.
Then I'd say... looks fine.
Did you find me a room? Good.
Marylin, what's your take on 3? The trace looks weak.
Should I give her Terb?
To stop the contractions, give the baby some relief.
No, the trace is perfect. It's normal for the 2nd stage.
Don't worry.
Antoine, come here a sec?
I've got a crappy trace here.
I was wondering, should I give her Terb?
Should I start to talk C-section?
- Which one? - 3.
No failure to progress?
No risk factors? No diabetes?
No IUGR, no postdate?
I don't understand. The baby's coming. Why use Terb?
I already answered her, Antoine. Everything is fine!
You can't call me unless there's a pathology.
Otherwise I lose time on more important cases.
I second Antoine.
I realize evaluating risk isn't always easy.
You're still learning,
but learn to trust yourself.
That's crucial. Take Louise.
She's made a few mistakes. But she's learned from them.
Agreed?
We're needed in the OR.
Good work, Sofia! Now they think us midwives are clueless.
Sorry, Marylin.
I'm telling you.
Reda thinks being a guy makes him boss.
He's constantly mansplaining.
You were swamped so he gave you a hand. He's no monster.
Sure, he has a dick.
Bye.
- Merry Christmas. Till Monday. - You too.
I hope your family will help you unwind.
Except you'll tell them you're fine.
What are you doing?
Baking a cake.
Don't worry, I'll clean up.
Ok.
1, 2, 3...
Push, ma'am!
Push!
- Sorry! - Don't waste a drop.
2 sips max. Behind the ears.
A toast.
To this wonderful profession
that gets us out of Christmas.
That is a plus.
By the way, Valentin has a little surprise.
She's right.
A striptease?
Not a striptease. It's a little more appetizing.
It's a cake. I baked a cake.
It's nothing, really.
It's out of a box, but personalized.
- How cute! - What is it?
- Can't tell? - Which way does it face?
That's the head.
It's a clown.
- Nope. - A sky with birds.
- Steak tartare. - A magician?
Charlotte with her Santa hat.
Birds in the sky. Everywhere.
It's weird to mix meat and sprinkles.
It's a vulva.
You made a vulva?
Are you serious, Valentin?
Especially for the maternity ward.
Great idea, Valentin.
- Very cute. - And what's that?
- The clitoris. - Seriously?
- It's huge! - It's not to scale.
It was for 8 people.
Your first episiotomy.
Do us the honor.
Careful...
Marylin, maternity.
Everyone want some?
Ms. Delamarre. Dilated at 4.
- From the ER. - What time is it?
A baby Jesus!
I'll take her.
Can I...
Yeah, come Valentin.
Really?
Yeah.
This is the best Christmas ever.
Easy does it.
This is Louise, your midwife
for the delivery.
Would you like to sit down?
- Sitting, standing? - A contraction's coming.
Let's wait for it to pass.
There. Easy does it.
Breathe in through your nose,
out through your mouth. That's right.
That's exactly right.
Very good.
Keep breathing.
Let it pass.
When you're sure...
- It's over. - It is?
Contractions mean the baby is coming.
It's good news. So take it with a big smile.
Let's get on the bed.
Let me help you.
There. Gently.
Great.
- Comfortable? - Yes, thanks.
I know it's overwhelming.
Don't feel intimidated.
This is your moment.
The little one's coming.
- We're here for you. - Good.
Thanks.
Don't be afraid, Fanny. Deep breaths.
Everything's ok. Longer!
One last push.
One last time.
Try to push as hard as you can.
Go on.
Be brave, Fanny.
Good. We're on the right track.
Everything's good. Just go slow.
Let's go, Fanny. Do it for her. Take a deep breath.
She's here, Fanny. Right here.
Keep going.
Don't stop now, Fanny.
- Keep it up. - What?
Nothing. Everything is fine.
I'm trying to free the shoulders.
Good. Shoulder's out.
There. She's very surprised.
Look at her head. She fought her way out.
She was eager to get here.
Welcome, baby.
Bravo, Fanny. You were great.
Valentin?
Hey, baby.
I have to take her. Her daddy has to dress her.
Catheter, quick!
Give me the neo puff.
Raise the oxygen.
Rub him, Charlotte.
Why's he on a respirator?
The parents are terrified!
The baby's fine. Bring him back.
Sofia, delivery room.
I have a blue baby.
Inès, it's me! The baby's not floppy.
It was blue for 20 seconds.
Let me see.
Sofia, let me see.
You're perfectly fine.
You're breathing great. You don't need a mask.
What happened?
He was blue.
Did you wait?
Sofia...
Here we have...
the office, the central monitor,
the nursery, the pharmacy with oxytocin fridge.
The cord gasses room...
And this year I got new monitors installed...
- Another newbie? - An interim.
By the time we've trained her, she'll be gone.
How's Sofia doing?
Marushka put her on leave. She's not good.
Sofia?
Are you there?
Do you see a big staircase?
With a palm tree in front.
He probably came through the ER.
Did you come through the ER?
Tell him to leave the pizzas at the desk! Enough is enough!
Stay put, sir. I'll come find you. Ok?
I think I see.
I'll handle it.
Yes. Stay on the line?
It'll be another hour.
At least.
Not hungry?
No. It's something else.
Thanks.
What's with you?
What?
It's a pain. I'm sorry.
It's like a city in the city.
I see you!
I'm in blue. I'm waving. See me?
No? That's not you? Sorry.
So you're in the parking lot.
No, it isn't...
Yes, it is! Is that you?
You should see me. I see you.
Here I am.
Stay put and I'll come to you. Otherwise it'll never work.
Ok? On my way!
Hello.
Is everything ok?
Hey, how are you?
Can I...
- What's that noise? - Please don't be angry.
I'll explain.
Actually...
Oh no.
Hello.
I can explain.
Her name is Mariam. She's from Niger.
I know who she is. We delivered her.
It was my decision,
so I take responsibility.
I'll give her my bed, the sofa, and sleep in the bathroom.
You invited her into our home without asking?
I'm not opposed. He was right to.
It's crazy. We're liable!
Not so fast. Here's the plan:
You sleep on the sofa. I'll take the bathroom.
Are you crazy? The bathroom?
You'd kick her out?
It's my bed. Do I tell you which guys to sleep with?
You're on leave. You're tired.
You need rest, not a live-in patient. This is crazy!
Lower your voice.
Change your tone.
I agree, she stays.
But Sofia, take the sofa. I'll take the bathroom.
That's sweet, but I'll take the bathroom.
Like it matters who sleeps where! Are you guys serious?
The issue's whether she can stay.
She has a baby. It's a huge burden.
We can't just decide this on a whim because we want to.
It's not up for debate.
She's right.
It is up for debate.
No.
I brought some snacks. Holler if you need anything.
Sit down.
If she wants, I can leave.
No way!
Everything's set. You'll sleep in my bed.
It's my decision.
You'll take Sofia's bed. We'll work it out.
It's too cold to sleep outside.
Shall we?
We'll let you rest.
If you need anything, we're next door.
Ok?
That's it. Easy.
Good.
Very good.
She's busy. What's up?
What? When did she leave?
Fuck. No, I won't tell her.
What can't you tell me?
- It's all good. - Is that Sofia?
Hey! Give me the phone.
Hand it over!
Sofia, it's Louise. What's going on?
Nothing? Valentin's in a panic.
What?
She left without the baby?
No, I won't put Valentin on. You plan to breastfeed it?
My selfishness? Whatever! That's not the issue.
Sofia!
Cut the crap. I hear crying. Bring the baby to the police.
What?
The police? What for?
It's shitty? No, it's sensible, Sofia.
You don't need my help? Fine.
Continue your ego trip. Call me when it's over.
I called Valentin, not you!
What's going on?
Nothing. It's fine.
I repeat, what's going on?
- Nothing. - It's Ms. Agazi.
We have her baby at home.
What?
Ms. Velinski's bleeding again.
Shit!
You have Ms. Agazi and her baby?
Yeah.
Are you idiots? Do you realize...
This isn't your burden. It's nuts!
Stop crying. Hush.
Baby. Everything's alright.
Everything's alright.
We'll find Mommy. Right away.
I've got you. Everything's ok.
- Did she calm down? - Yes.
- Does it hurt? - Yes.
Can I feel?
It's engorged.
Your breasts are hard.
When you breastfeed, her belly should be pressed to yours,
with the nose up, so her mouth opens wide.
Otherwise she pinches. That's what hurts.
I know. I already have kids.
I didn't know.
Where are they?
Back there.
You have a fever. I'll get you something.
What are you doing here?
What do you mean?
Don't you have work?
I dunno, I can't anymore.
Why not?
Sorry about before. I left the baby.
I understand.
It's hard. Discouraging.
That's life.
She's doing great.
Sorry. Excuse me.
I'm finished now.
Everything ok?
How about you?
I'm fine.
You alright?
Great. Happy to see you.
Thanks, Valentin.
You're welcome. No sweat.
They left.
It's too hard.
I feel like...
whatever we do, it's shit.
No more fainting, ok?
Good luck to all 3 of you.
It's been a pleasure.
Take care.
Marylin, was that 4?
Yes.
I'm erasing it.
Now breathe out.
Exactly. Louise?
I'm putting her in 7.
Take over. I have a breech.
Of course.
How's Ms. Mazieras?
The baby's not viable.
Bénédicte's handling the abortion.
Poor parents.
Stillborn at 8 months.
I sent an email.
Who's taking spring leave?
I'm going to Maldives.
Maldives?
Maldives!
You're so lucky!
Wow! I'd love to go.
I'm kidding. On my salary, think I can afford it?
Well, no.
Sorry.
- No. - Well, forget it.
I'll come back later...
We'll discuss it by email.
Of course.
Silly me.
Maldives!
That's great.
A few steps between contractions?
Is that one? No.
Very good.
Deep breath. Everything's fine. It's normal.
Another few steps?
Let's sit down here.
I'll be right back.
What's your name?
Roseau. Hélène Roseau.
Ok.
Be right back.
Shit.
I have a couple whose first baby died.
2 years ago.
- Her name? - Hélène Roseau.
I had the Roseaus in the ER. They're scared shitless.
Their first was premature and catastrophic.
The baby's heart never started.
You just got back, Sofia.
I can take them.
Sofia?
You're up to taking this couple. I trust you.
Yes. So do I.
You're so strong.
Very, very good.
Breathe.
Did the contraction pass?
I'm here.
It'll be ok. I'm here.
Everything will be fine.
Sofia is a great midwife.
You're full-term. Everything checks out.
Hear the heart? It's very strong.
It's a very healthy baby.
We'll call the anesthesiologist. Give you an epidural.
You'll get relief.
If you need anything, hit that button behind you.
Don't hesitate. Every 30 seconds if you like.
As often as you want. Ok?
It's gonna be a great birth with no hitches, ok?
It's not urgent, but...
You'll have to see the parents.
Gently, we're there.
We've been waiting all day!
Seriously? In a regular delivery room?
I know and I'm sorry. We have only one OR.
Take as long as you need.
As long as you need.
We can go over everything again if you need to.
We'll be with you every step of the way.
Blow gently, Hélène.
Deep breath.
Gently let it out.
Let it pass.
Blow.
Blow out.
Let it pass.
Big breath.
It will pass.
Ok, I'm ready.
Take the position.
Slowly lower your head and shoulders.
Arch your back.
Here I go.
Go on! Yes!
You're strong. With all your strength!
Breathe, breathe...
Your baby's here, Hélène. Come take her.
Hold out your hands. She's coming.
Is she ok? Is everything ok?
- Are you sure? - Positive.
- Congratulations! - She's perfect. Bravo.
Her eyes are wide open.
Bravo.
You were very brave. Everything will be fine.
You're in a hospital! Don't speak to your wife that way!
I'll speak to her however I want!
Lower your voice or I'll call security.
The epidural's not working.
But I have two more and an ER appointment.
I'm all for natural birth, but it's not what she wants.
I know. I'm doing my best.
Go see her. Do your job.
Shut up and take care of your patients.
Shit, I have no time for the bereaved couple!
The baby can't die twice.
Deliveries.
I'll tell them.
A diabetic from the ER. 36 weeks, 5 cm's dilated.
- She's on her way. - I'm on it!
Do you want to see it?
Why'd you make us wait?
We've been waiting for 5 hours!
- I'm sorry. - Nobody came to see us.
I'm so sorry.
We got very... busy.
I'm really...
I'm so sorry.
One patient starts crying, terrified. What do I tell her?
"Be right back" and I run out
to see my other patient who's hemorrhaging.
When I get back, the first one's pushing alone,
sobbing the whole time.
Meanwhile the other one is lying in her own blood.
It's crazy. They give birth by themselves.
Cheer up. The night-shift bonus is 9 euros!
I quit.
What?
I quit.
- No. - Yes.
The shitty hours, ok.
No time to eat or piss, ok.
Miss my son's childhood for peanuts.
It hurts, but I can do it.
But mistreating people?
I can't.
It's not what I signed up for.
This is the office.
Charlotte. This is Juliette, midwife-in-training.
Nice to meet you.
Here's the oxytocin storage and the IAS tube.
The nursery. The monitors show the fetal heartrate.
Keep an eye on them. Especially for risky births.
- How do I spot a problem? - They're constant.
Welcome to the public hospital.
But we're a team.
THE FUTURE IS IN MY HANDS
ONE WOMAN PER MIDWIFE
POOR PAY FOR A GREAT JOB
HAD IT UP TO MY OVARIES
TOMORROW'S MIDWIVES PRECARIOUS LIVES
TAKE CARE OF WOMEN
IT'S NOT JUST THE WATER BREAKING
GREAT PROFESSION SHITTY PENSION
MOTHERHOOD = DANGER
I DON'T WANT TO BE MISTREATED
YOU'VE KILLED THE GREATEST PROFESSION
I'M DYING
MIDWIVES PUT TO DEATH