Usually during nap time I indulge in a little TV. Sometimes it’s reruns, sometimes Ellen or Dr. Phil, sometimes a series. This week, it’s Call The Midwife, a recently new (2011, I think) British series based on the memoirs of Jennifer Worth.
Set in the 1950s, the series focuses on Jenny Lee and her nurse-midwife colleagues, living and tending to patients in London’s impoverished East End neighborhood. The women live in a nursing convent, deliver babies, save lives, lose lives, and take care of each other. While childbirth is the calling for all of these women, the plot is not centered only on the fleeting relationships of the nurses with their patients. There are other threads in the plot that give this series the soap-opera like effect that makes you want to keep tuning in.
It really is a charming series with lots of emotion and heart. I found it on Netflix on Sunday and I only have one more episode left until I can start on the second season, which apparently Premiered on PBS here in America on March 31. Be warned, though, that it’s a tear jerker. I watched episode five yesterday and was sobbing by the end, it was so sad yet so sweet. The writers of this one really do a phenomenal job.
Go. Enjoy. The babies, the clothes, the English accents, all of it!