UNMH Women's Faculty & Midwife Clinic

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early hours of every full moon, a mysterious voice crackles over the UNMH clinic’s intercom. ‘Delivery expected,’ it intones in a deep, unseen whisper. No one knows who sends it or why, but everyone agrees—something unusual is definitely happening.’ One night, a delivery driver hears the message and stops by with an extra-large pizza. 'For the midwives,' he says, grinning. The next morning, everyone jokes that maybe the baby was hungry.

2. At night, when the streetlights flicker and shadows grow long, patients arriving at the UNMH Women’s Clinic often pause outside, startled by the sudden appearance of tiny footprints leading from the parking lot to the entrance. Nobody can explain whose they are or where they disappear—except maybe the curious kitten that occasionally peeks out from behind the clinic’s awning. One evening, a delivery driver noticed these prints and followed them curiously. He ended up delivering baby shoes right to the doorstep of an unsuspecting neighbor who’d just finished her own pregnancy. The next day, everyone laughed over coffee, wondering if the little footsteps were trying to help deliver babies—or perhaps just playing a mischievous prank.

3. At dawn each Sunday, an anonymous hand places a bouquet of unusual flowers outside the clinic's entrance. No one knows who leaves them or why. One morning, a delivery driver noticed the flowers and asked a nearby neighbor if she knew anything about them. She smiled mysteriously and whispered, ‘Oh, those are from our local midwives’ secret garden. They do it every week—keeps us all grounded.’ The driver shook his head, laughing softly, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll bring my camera instead of groceries!’

4. Late one autumn afternoon, as a nurse prepared for her shift, she caught a whiff of something strange—a faint scent of lavender mixed with honeysuckle wafting through the open window. Curious, she followed the scent down the hall and found an elderly midwife humming softly while tending to a bouquet of flowers. ‘Oh, that’s just my secret,’ she said with a twinkle in her eye. ‘Every time I feel a little blue, I bring in some lavender and honeysuckle. It calms both mind and soul.’ The nurse smiled, realizing that sometimes even clinics have their own special touches.