No one was feeling quite themselves in Episode 8, but we’re grateful for resolution and reconciliation.
One of our beloved midwives gets a terrible shock, and so do we. We can assume this episode holds the Season 8 cliffhanger. Spoilers ahead.
All kinds of labor issues are addressed in Episode 6, from health hazards for dock workers to a teen mother who gives birth for a second time.
A 20-year-old bride-to-be is shocked to learn that genetically, she’s male. We look at today’s knowledge about intersex traits and resources today.
While tears of reconciliation were in this episode, so were sobs of grief as back alley abortion made another appearance this season.
The British midwives are surprisingly in sync with current health news in the United States. They conduct a measles vaccination trial at the clinic.
Sickle cell disease, caring for the elderly, and women’s right to vote (and run for office) are the focus this week.
Four new babies, two new nuns, another heir for Queen Elizabeth, and the secrets of unwanted pregnancy.
To deliver you back to this quickly changing world in London, here’s a recap of events in 1964 that could have been on the minds of midwives and religious sisters.
In this final episode, as in life, the comfort of ritual allows us to put one foot in front of the other when grief and fear are overwhelming.
The question isn’t if this episode made us cry, but when it made us cry.
Glimmers of hope even in the darkest moments of characters’ lives in Episode 6 of Call the Midwife, Season 7.
Kindness, as well as Nonnatus House’s freely offered no-judgement zone, was needed more than ever in Episode 5 when an ill stranger, desperate and all alone, was (essentially) being hunted, simply out of the ignorance.
Characters worked out their own personal Serenity Prayers, about what to accept, what to change, and finding the hard-won wisdom to know the difference.
With terminal illness and impossible choices, it’s tough to show my usual cheek in this recap. This was an emotionally wrenching episode; every storyline was gloomy. But as is the tradition in the East End, we will soldier on.