At the second birth I entered the nursery in such a state that I could not speak. And the young midwife on the neighboring table disassembled the documents - my card is filled, apparently, while I am giving birth, you can't wait.
to all questions - age, number of pregnancies - my husband answers because of my head unambiguously (we had partners), and here:
The Position?
And I have just a few seconds of pause between the twists, and I am on one breath:
Specialist in the second category of the department of integration interactions and market relations management on energy supplies and electricity markets.
and blams! I hear the end of her ear, her pen fell out. Until the end of the day, I didn’t bother with any questions. :)