The phone rings in the middle of the night. It’s not my father asking me what I’m gonna do with my life – it’s labour ward. The midwife on duty sounds about as thrilled to be calling me as I am to receive her call. They’ve had a call from the local police station. They’re bringing in one of their regulars who is pregnant and there’s been an “altercation” in the cells. The first word that comes to mind is not awesome. I’ve been working in the public system as a junior doctor f

I am one of a dying breed. Doomed to extinction. The flickering light of my kind will soon be snuffed out. Like the Dodo and the Woolly Mammoth before us we will stumble and fall, prey to the gathering forces that stalk us, waiting to pounce. We will not fall because we are inferior. We will fall because we don’t possess ovaries. That’s right – male obstetricians will soon be a thing of the past. There will come a time in the not too distant future where male obstetricians wi