“My wife got sick. She was constantly nervous because of problems at work, personal life, her failures and problems with children. She has lost 30 pounds and weighed about 90 pounds in her 35 years. She got very skinny, and was constantly crying. She was not a happy woman. She had suffered from continuing headaches, heart pain and jammed nerves in her back and ribs. She did not sleep well, falling asleep only in the morning and got tired very quickly during the day. Our relationship was on the verge of break up. Her beauty was leaving her somewhere, she had bags under her eyes, she was poking her head, and stopped taking care of herself. She refused to shoot the films and rejected any role. I lost hope and thought that we’ll get divorced soon…But then I decided to act on it. After all I’ve got the most beautiful woman on the earth. She is the idol of more than half of men and women on earth, and I was the one allowed to fall asleep next to her and to hug her shoulders.I began to pamper her with flowers, kisses and compliments. I surprised her and pleased her every minute. I gave her lots of gifts and lived just for her. I spoke in public only about her. I incorporated all themes in her direction. I praised her in front of her own and our mutual friends.You won’t believe it, but she blossomed. She became even better than before. She gained weight, was no longer nervous and she loved me even more than ever. I had no clue that she CAN love that much. And then I realized one thing: The woman is the reflection of her man. If you love her to the point of madness, she will become it.”—Brad Pitt (via anjelikaa)
So last night I was tucked into bed, blew the candle out, SO ready to sleep and then started texting my friend about work. They were short a few nurses and no one wanted to come in for overtime. They didn’t call me, but I didn’t care because I never pick up the phone or return their calls when they ask me to work on my days off. This time I felt different… She said the charge nurse would ensure OT if I can come in whenever. Yup, I decided to show up to labour and delivery at 1220am, pt got an epidural at 1230am and had a baby by 0138am! Such a sweet lady. Then I end up having to push with another lady whom I was covering for for breaks…LET ME TELL YOU… I love my job but it is one of my BIGGEST pet peeves when I know full out well that you understand what I’m saying and you’re nodding but you don’t listen. I know labour is a tiring process but the fastest way to get it all over with is to HAVE YOUR BABY. I had to tell this lady to wake up and push - literally I had to raise my voice and tell her to wake up! After an hour and a bit of directed pushing she asks me “so when is the doctor going to use the vacuum?” LISTEN LADY, you are going to have your baby by pushing. We’ll only ever use a vacuum if we absolutely needed to. It’s not so you can push half ass and we/ll pull the baby out the rest of the way. Damn, lol.
I am a nurse. For 30 years of my career, I was a labor and delivery nurse. I took care of women through all stages of labor and through their delivery. Due to the many times that I have worked 16 hour shifts, I bonded with many women and helped them through long hours. Finally, through much work on the mom’s part with my guidance, she would be ready to deliver. In would sail the doctor, spend five minutes catching the baby, and then pose for all the pictures. I would hear from the families how wonderful he/she was.
Then why is my back killing me because I stood for two to three hours with a woman in a variety of positions including resting her foot on my shoulder while she pushed? Oh, and did I mention that she is also paralyzed from the waist down from the epidural, so I was also helping to hold her up while she squatted to push?
Why have I had to change my scrub clothes twice in a shift because someone either puked on me or amniotic fluid soaked everything?
Who is it that actually got that IV started while reassuring the poor mom?
Who is it that took the camera out of the daddy’s trembling hand and started taking family pictures because she knew that otherwise there would be no proof that he had even been in the room? And capturing the look of wonder on both parent’s faces at the same time.
Who is it that cleaned up every body fluid that can spew from a human, with a smile on her face and encouraging words for the mortified patient who has never been sick in front of a stranger in her life?
Who is it that tracked down the anesthesia people, chased them out of the lounge, and threatened them with their lives if they didn’t take care of her patient, NOW?
And when things didn’t go well, who was it that took that poor baby that didn’t make it, cleaned it up, dressed it, wrapped it in a soft blanket, and brought it to the broken-hearted parents to hold for the first and last time?
I’m sure this goes for all nurses, really- lots of gruntwork that gets overlooked while doctors take credit (not that doctors don’t deserve credit- of course they do- just not for the crucial work that nurses perform). But it does strike me that with the way labor and delivery works in low-risk pregnancies with no complications here in the U.S., nurses don’t get nearly enough appreciation. (And ironically enough, though they do mainly the same things, the title of “midwife” seems to get more respect).