felix felicis

Phoebe Call the Midwife Phoebe smiled as Vervain clarified that she was joking. "I am glad to hear it. You would be surprised how many women think they will just be back to normal in a few hours." she said, shaking her head a little. Unrealistic expectations did not even begin to cover it. "But if you are cartwheeling in two weeks I will be both horrified and impressed. I'd recommend somewhere between four and six if you can resist the urge to do gymnastics." Phoebe added with a light laugh. The midwife took the boy, carrying him securely to her bag, from which she pulled out a little blue blanket - there was a pink one inside too of course because she hadn't known the sex of the child. As she had with Aoife, Phoebe checked Felix's reflexes, his eyes, his hearing, listened to him breathe and monitored his heart rate. Healthy as could be it seemed. Phoebe smiled and shook her head, returning him to his mother. "He seems very healthy to me, so as long as you keep him alive he should be set." she said with a grin. It seemed simple - don't do anything that would kill the baby - but there was definitely a learning curve for new parents. "If he has any trouble latching or if anything else seems concerning though, you send for me right away day or night."