Maternal - First Season

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Sammy, go back to bed. It's still night-time.

Yes. And the sun hasn't come up on your clock yet.

For goodness' sake.

OK, buddy. Let's do this.

Shit... No!

Raz?!

Ow!

Morning. Why didn't you wake me?

I wanted you to have as much sleep as possible.

I look a state. You look beautiful.

I don't want to look beautiful. I want to look competent.

And thin.

'Shuffle A Dream' by Little Dragon.

Oh, come on.

Raz? Yeah?

What if I hate being away from them? Or love being away from them?

That's worse, right? Well, I think that's like

worrying about not having enough in your pension

while worrying that the world's gonna end next week. Two secs!

Mars...

Mars! Yeah, one sec!

Maggie!

Morning.

Hurry up. OK, I'm coming!

Don't make Mummy shout like that.

Come on.

It's been an intense beginning and...

I need a bit of space.

You'll look back and you'll be pleased

that you've had the opportunity to get out there on your own.

Don't bite anybody on day one.

You ready? Absolutely.

They'll be all right in five minutes, right? Yeah.

Oh, well, here she comes.

I don't even think I brushed my teeth this morning.

How did she get a car seat in that car?

Let's go. Hi!

Say bye-bye!

What did you do, just throw her in from the door?

No, she's fine. Let's use our brains!

Welcome back, doctors, from maternity or parental leave.

This is your return to work training induction,

non-clinical.

Let's start with your printed COVID-related changes to procedures.

Yeah.

Please check the appendix to see which relates to NHS-wide

and that which relates just to this Trust.

In our Trust only, you'll notice possibly,

that in order to get to the data supply one, two and three,

via the stake holders...

That's impressive. Yeah, I know.

..and then split the output,

so either if you're going to data supply...

My tits are...

So, what, Louise is on your team? For a full rotation, yeah.

And you know, but she doesn't know that you know?

That's cosy. That's one word for it.

Speaking of regrettable sexual encounters, here's your ex.

Good morning, ladies.

Oh, not queuing? Morning, Jack.

Double espresso, please, Maxine.

You're looking radiant, Doctor Cavendish.

Oh, I'm surprised they let you operate with that visual impairment,

Mister Oliviera.

He always smells so lovely, doesn't he, Catherine? What is that?

I had a bowel perforation at eight this morning.

Have you heard the rumour Becky's leaving? Consultant Becky?

When? Pretty exciting opportunity for us if she goes.

And you're giving me the heads up because...?

- I miss you. - Thanks.

Don't regret a thing.

You are a massive twat, you know that?

Susan! Doctor Fisher?

Maryam! Just the woman I wanted to see. I was gonna call you.

Well, it is my first day back.

The on call rota is a reg and an SHO down. Right.

I wouldn't ask, but there's no-one else available.

It's just, it's my first day back,

and I'm not supposed to be in an acute clinical setting

in my first week. My return to work plan is...

It's my IT induction.

My hero. We'll organise a clap.

Welcome back!

Fuck.

That's... Hmm... I'll get the right slide.

There.

And then signing off.

So once I've finally got a list of all the staff,

at our particular NHS Trust that has signed off

on this new form, I can then, with confidence, go to the...

'Could Nurse Barton please report to ICU?'

Oh, Becky! Hi!

Oh, Catherine, hi! Lovely to see you.

How are you? Desperate to get stuck back in.

Good for you.

I... I wanted to say, actually, how absolutely committed I am

to making consultant this year.

I know I'm behind where I wanted to be...

It will take time to build those hours in surgery,

especially now you're doing it round a family.

You've always been such an inspiration to me in that regard.

The way you've juggled family life with a brilliant career.

I'm in awe, really, and anything I can do to emulate...

A fucking mess! What?

My husband's sleeping with the nanny,

we're in debt up to our eyeballs.

How are you in debt?

The nanny! Oh.

Sorry.

And now... my Mother's ill.

We have to move to Norfolk.

I'm so sorry.

Stephen, Charles, Andrew, those bastards,

they all have someone at home full-time,

taking care of their kids, their mothers, their golf clubs...

Could you afford support for your mum...

They don't have to pay their wives!

You want my advice? Erm...

Retrain now whilst you're still young enough to do something else.

I've only ever wanted to be a surgeon.

Then why did you become a mother?

Now, the form that's coming out now is the GDPR form.

Erm, I'm aware that some people find GDPR a little boring...

Erm, not me. And certainly not...

I've been put on call covering the labour ward.

Today? Can you come with me to Occupational Health?

OK, now? I'm not ready. I should have taken more time out...

You've been on maternity leave for two years.

I didn't mean to have two babies one immediately after the other.

We'll go up to Occupational Health now and we'll sort it out, right?

"Are you a doctor in distress?" That's what they're gonna ask you.

Well, I don't...

Well, is there anything between suicidal and...

You're probably just nervous. You're bound to be nervous.

I mean, God, I feel nervous.

I don't.

Yeah, that's cos you're a surgeon

and therefore, by definition, a psychopath.

You're an ST7 paediatric registrar.

Of course they need you on the acute rota.

The alternative's letting children die.

Do you want to stay at home changing nappies,

taking your skin off with microwave sterilisers,

sluicing shit out of clothes

and reading the fucking Gruffalo the rest of your life?

You are incredible, with everything you've been through.

Paeds is lucky to have you.

Get on with it.

Yeah.

Probably won't even go off now.

Ah, see you later. Good luck, OK?

Good luck! Hm, a second.

That was nice of you. Fuck off.

Sort of.

41 weeks, poor trace, baby in distress.

Have the kits been updated? No.

What's happening?

Please, talk to me, someone.

Can you see what they're doing?

He's struggling, Mars.

Please tell me what's happening. Is he breathing or not?

Heartbeat below 100.

Is he breathing?!

'Time' by Khruangbin.

Congratulations.

Thank you!

Yes... Oww!

Fuck! Ooh! Fuck... Oh, fuck! Fuck!

Here she is! Salam, Ammi!

Where are the boys?

Boys are watching TV, Raza's running late.

How was it? I was covering the labour ward.

Wonderful! It was.

What did I tell you?

A doctor needs to be at the hospital, treating patients.

I'm so proud of you, Maryam.

We'll show them!

Allah hafiz, baby. Thanks, Mum.

Mum, so what about Thursday?

What time does Pilates start?

OK. Mum, is there any night you can help?

Maggie! Don't sit on your brother!

He's got my doggy!

I don't care! Get off him. Don't wind him up.

What about Saturday after Nordic walking?

Pour it, pour it into the other bucket...

So you can't have her at all next week?

Oi! Maggie, get out.

Oh, my God!

Well, can I call you back after choir?

Mum?

Thanks a lot, Mum.

So, your profile on the childcare site says £15 an hour,

could you go to 12 if you're both asleep?

Yeah, sure. Erm...

Hey. It's only 8:30.

I'm awake.

You smell of beer.

Long day?