Saturday, January 22, 2005

My nurses

OK, really they were the nurses that attended to my pregnancy and Josef’s survival.

I must say that I was pretty lucky since, except for my triage experiences, I loved my nurses (that would be in Labor and delivery, ante partum, and post partum and I can’t forget my monitoring nurse). The nurses that helped me bring this precious little boy in to the world and the lives of all that will meet him and of course Chris and I… well, they were amazing!

I drove yesterday (something I am still not used to doing), and saw the first nurse on this journey… Jeanne (I hope she doesn’t mind my using her name), she was walking down the street. She was the nurse that took me from my first tolerable (sort of) triage experience and wheeled me in to the surgery, where I had the surgery that saved Josef’s upcoming life. She transitioned with me to the recovery room, and was my nurse the first two nights after the surgery. Jeanne is a fabulous nurse; she cared for us so well, and was the first friendly face on my journey on bed rest. Jeanne visited a few times before I was discharged and stayed in touch while I was sitting for all those weeks… While I was in there I also had a wonderful cadre of ante partum unit nurses taking care of me… and frankly, in hind sight, I think that this is what really set the “tone” for my attitude for the rest of the pregnancy… They inspired my goofiness (especially one called ValRee) and sense of humor, and I think that they may have been a major reason why I was not a depressed mommy to be for the bed rest part…

Dr. G and Jeanne Posted by Hello

ValRee Posted by Hello

Enter here, Anne Marie, the nurse that tracked my monitoring sessions and contractions, who I never met but I spoke to on an almost daily basis, who was so understanding when I told her I did not want to “graduate” to the three calls a week from the nurse and that I really wanted to know how many contractions I had had the last 24 hours… When my water broke, she tracked me down and called me at the hospital. I looked forward to her phone calls so much, it was so important in some ways, sometimes she would be the only person aside from Chris I would speak to in a day (thankfully, there were only a few days like this)… so she also helped keep me sane and not depressed.

The water breaks, I called the monitoring service to discuss this thing I was experiencing, I was not sure what was happening (I think it was denial now), the nurse, who worked elsewhere was so reassuring and called the physician on call for me… so another good nurse that helped keep me calm during this situation…

OK Triage (again)… I will never forget the nurse saying congratulations to me… while I was in tears, did not 35 weeks gestation mean anything? I just remember crying out “it is too early” as they moved me to labor and delivery. My first nurse there was not the excellent kind I was used to, but she was not bad, she did not give me the news about the lung studies in the best way, but I figure she just got used to my clinical nature, as that is how she presented it… I don’t mind, though my friend Gail (another great nurse) thought it left something to be desired (I think her maternal instinct was coming through). In the morning I got Dawn. She was with me through the cerclage removal and my desire to keep the stitches, she was so sweet. [Dawns picture made it into the photo album see link on the side bar to your left. ]

My mom and Gail (the nurse friend) right after Josef has been born. Posted by Hello

So I got moved back up to ante partum… where my nurses were wonderful (again) I got to see ValRee again, and I will always be grateful for the nurse I call my “bathroom” nurse. This poor nurse was not assigned to me, but just happened to be available the two times I needed help when I was in the bathroom (the bloody show and throwing up from a contraction). She was so sweet for both of these experiences! I also had a nurse that had worked at Breaking the Cycle, which was nice; she was also a nurse practitioner so that was nice…

She worked at Breaking the Cycle Posted by Hello

my bathroom nurse and my last ante partum nurse. Posted by Hello

I finally got wheeled down to labor and delivery (again) to a nurse extern Emily and Juany my nurse… again, I was so well taken care of through my speedy time with them… admitted at 2:30 or so, delivered at 6:30, out of there by 7:30 or so… Jeanne came to see me and took me to see Josef and then to my recovery room!

Emily and Juany getting me ready for the delivery. Posted by Hello

I had a fabulous Irish nurse while in post partum… and the nurse that checked me in there was great too… I am sure if she remembers me it will be as the amazing bladder woman… only “issue” was the last day last shift nurse, which was Christmas Eve… she let me walk myself out of the hospital (which I would not have done had I known how far it was), but her discharge instructions were good and thorough and I am sure she would not have let me walk out if she had known I had been on bed rest for over four months.

the Irish nurse Posted by Hello

Then, we get to the nurses in NICU… all were wonderful, not one bad word to say about any of them, even the ones that were not assigned to Josef were caring and compassionate about the whole family unit and not just the “patient”. Terry, Carol, Jean and the whole slew of others that loved and cared for my baby boy so that he could be healthy and come home to mommy and daddy.

Carol, a NICU nurse Posted by Hello

another NICU nurse Posted by Hello

So, my ode to nurses will stop here, there have been so many that have been in my life in the last few months, and with their help I now have this handsome bundle that is snuggled in my arms as I type this.

Thank you all!

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