Welcome to season five of Call the Midwife, or as I like to call it, The Reason I’m Not Having Children. Honestly, I know we’ve made great strides in obstetrics in the last 50 years, but this show is probably the best form of birth control known to man.
We pick up in the spring of 1961, after the events of the Christmas special. For those of you who missed it, Delia regained her memory after her devastating bike accident and told Patsy that she wanted to pick up right where they left off (which was renting an apartment together to live happily ever after). But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Trixie has become involved in Keep Fit, a nationwide program promoting health and exercise with what is basically old school aerobics. She’s so into KF, in fact, that she’s completed her teacher training and will now be a KF instructor. She tells the crowd of women that KF brought her out of a dark time and that she’s now a stronger, happier woman.
Advanced Kegel training is not for the faint of heart
We zoom around the clinic watching nuns and nurses tend to babies and mums. Shelagh sends a neighborhood boy home with some medicine for his mum, Rhoda, who is nine months along. The midwives come home to find their latest uniforms in the mail, and there is much rejoicing. Y’all know those things are gonna get soaked in baby goo, right?
This placenta will make quite the fetching clutch!
The midwives race upstairs to try on their new dresses while the nuns laugh at them. Even Phyllis is getting in on the fun. They find the uniforms more fitted, and while some are excited, others are concerned about their body image. Barbara mentions the midwives in Scandinavia who get to wear slacks, which must make the constant bike riding so much easier.
Righty ho, we’re going streaking!
The nuns of Nonnatus House compliment the nurses on their new uniforms, except for Sister Monica Joan, who is suffering through a sweets-free Lent. She mentions how other religions make exceptions for the elderly, but no one will give this woman a cookie.