I had to walk out of the doctor's office for my follow up visit, and walk to a payphone, and call the midwife, crying.
She said, "oh, oh, you can come here for the follow up, you don't have to see the doctor" (who wasn't in, he was delivering a baby so I was sitting in a waiting room of pregnant women for over an hour before I got up) and went across town to see her.
She gave me a big huge hug, and a box of tissues, and I cried a while with her.
That was the first step on my journey to becoming a nurse (even though now I don't think I want to be a midwife).
Having support from that end is wonderful.