After a long and difficult labour with a very overdue woman who was only becoming more stressed with a flappy mother chiming in every five minutes with comments such as "when I had you, it was quick and easy, none of this lark happened then" much to my great annoyance. A beautiful and healthy baby girl delivered to complete another happy family. I left them in peace after the labour as once baby was delivered a mild twinging that must have been blocked out during the labour. Came in the form of an alert that beckoned me back to Nonnatus before disaster struck, and my dress began to match my hat and cardigan. I briefly did one last check over baby before excusing myself to where my bed beckoned, I could almost hear it calling me. Even whilst I cycled back to the place I now called home, whilst slowly feeling the cramps get worse and worse. I entered the door as silent as a mouse to see Sister Julienne walking as if she was heading out of her room to her office. Furthermore, I coughed to make her aware of my presence to which she replies "Oh you are back from that long labour at last, can I offer you a cup of tea". It seemed extremely rude to decline even though with every step it was more pressing that I needed to get my sanitary belt and pads, "Yes, please sister can I just-". It seemed that the phone was ringing, which halted all tea making processes as Sister Julienne made her way to answer it to come back 30 seconds later with the news. Furthermore, it was from a confused relative living in another borough. "Nurse Miller, may I speak before you indulge in your tea?" This request seemed a bit improbable given that it was late at night, and we had both been on duty that day. However, I was willing to allow her to speak, as she had requested. Your period has arrived nastily on the back and front of your dress, and I'm not sure if you're aware of it. As I became one with a tomato, I sheepishly headed up to my room with a brief "Goodnight sister Julienne, I must sort myself out". I was ashamed at first before realizing this is just another thing that everyone in the house was trained to normalize. I rinsed out my dress and underwear before placing my sanitary belt on with a pad and collapsing into bed.