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E.R. Drama
My doctor decided it would be best to have an inducement the week before my due date if I wanted to avoid a c-section at all costs, which is what I said I did not want. So I had an inducement. Sadly, though, my mom showed up after the birthing event was over. My husband was present for most of the entire time. Naturally he complained that he could not sleep, because the inducement I had took all day to put me into labor and my screaming from pain was very upsetting to him. So I also decided to have an epidural. The birth was so successful to the point that there was no death, and even though live birth is no fun for any mother, I am not here to complain about the contractions during labor. Most of the pain was just turning my spine into a melting bendy straw anyways. I was and am happy enough when it was over and I am not talking about the pain. I am here to tell what the doctors and nurses did and said and how they treated me. My first doctor and all the nurses were great at first. But as soon as the baby was heading down the birthing canal, my doctors' shift ended. The doctor and the entire nurse crew went home and were replaced by a new crew. This crew was not so nearly as delightful. My replaced doctor allowed me to be in any position I wished to lay. My previous nurses were so great they had just put a hot cup of mint tea in the sink for aromatherapy before they left. They spoke to me as if my wish was their command. This all turned around completely when the whole crew shift replaced. The second set of nurses were not so nice. The new doctor was impatient. As soon as the new doctor entered the room, they dumped the still hot mint tea that was in the sink down the drain. The new doctor put a catheter in the way of the opening along with other un-necessary equipment and put my legs up into the air and my head was then lower than any of my other body parts. No one any longer was listening to anything that I was trying to say. I could barely talk, and when I tried to speak a nurse told me to not to. My husband, at that moment had gone to the cafeteria to get coffee, so he didn't hear that sentence spoken to me, neither had the other doctor been present. By the time my husband got back the nurse decided to ask him to grab my leg and push it into my chest as if that were supposed to help me push. I could not push for myself, my body had to do most of it. I had an epidural. My legs were rubber logs. I could not breathe. The nurse had the one leg, my husband had the other leg, and there was no way I could let out a single squeak. I was so angry at that nurse, but I couldn't show it. The doctor returned and had them put my legs back into the cold metal stirrups that I could feel by then because the epidural was wearing out. My husband had no idea whatsoever that he was not exactly helping me out and he completely flipped out after the baby was born because the placenta fell out. He had thought that I had lost some stomach and other important organs or something and that I was going to die. He had not been raised on a goat farm like I had been. He had never witnessed anything give live birth before. He did not know that such a thing as a placenta even existed, I did. Let me tell you those goats had a better experience from me than from my treatment, because that is true. I was able to stand back on my own two feet very shortly after I was done giving live birth. But not before the doctor stitched up the slice they had made to make the opening down there bigger. My son was born after 11:00 am and is turning three soon. I am on my second pregnancy. I hope my experience is educational to any woman whom may want to know, or any caring husbands of theirs.
By Sarah Worley8 years ago in Families
Being A First Time Mother
Being a first time mother is hard. I never thought I would ever become a mom. My doctor told me that I couldn't have any children. Well look at me now doc. This is how it all began. It all started a week after my honeymoon. I was working at the register with a customer, then all of a sudden, I fainted. Next thing I knew, I woke up with my husband sitting next to me. He told, "You fainted while you were at work." Then the doctor came in and told me that I was pregnant. I was excited, but I was very nervous that I was expecting. I think I cried for like a week straight. All these thoughts were running through my head. What if I'm not a good mother? Why did God choose me to be a mother? Am I good enough to be the mother of this baby? Then my husband sat me down and calmed me down. "You are going to be the best mother in the world" my husband whispered in my ear. Then we fast forward a few months later. It was time to find out the sex of the baby. I said, "I think it's a girl." "My guess is a baby boy" my husband replied. The doctor looked at the sonogram and told us, "IT'S A BOY!" I have never seen my husband smile so hard. We were happy to finally find out the sex. And then we chose a name for our son. The thing that I was scared about was changing a boy's diaper. Because when I would baby sit or work with babies, they were mostly girls. I have never changed a boy's diaper.
By Shante Hernandez8 years ago in Families
Serving a Purpose
This is about my service dogs and myself with a little advice. Luna is pictured by the lake. Luna is the mother of Arlo, both dogs are a mix breed and they both serve a purpose for me, their owner and dog trainer. They are my Service dogs. Now how ridiculous is it that you just heard a dog trainer has a service dog. I am sure you are thinking about something along the lines of "now that is just not fair", well if it makes you feel any better it was not planned that I have one. Luna has a knack for being there when I have my panic attacks or anxiety issues, she has interrupted me many a times in stressful situations trying to ground me, she is really one of the key reasons I am able to do what I do without losing my composure. An example was a dog fight at the dog park that I helped break up, my nerves were shot and the fact that the other dog had an arterial bleed just made it worse. I was holding one of the dogs while the owner held hers and with shaky hands tried to stop the bleeding. Luna dropped playing with a ball, her favorite thing to do, and came right to my side, the same side the dog I was holding was on; I felt her head against my leg and then felt a sense of calmness, called the vet for the owner and went along with the day. On a side note the dog that had the arterial bleed is fine and back playing at the park. Luna really is an amazing dog. Yet she is not only in tune with me, she also loves to help and comfort others which makes her a wonderful candidate for animal assisted activities dog also known as a therapy dog.
By Kelsey Slaughter8 years ago in Petlife
The Truth About Late-Term Abortions
I decided to write about abortion, not because I have any information that’s not already out there, or because I have a particularly unique angle on it. But there is a problem with how politicians and the media characterise late-term abortions and use it to demonise women and doctors, when it hardly makes a difference to the overall numbers, and is the worst possible demographic to go after. The facts are out there, but we so rarely hear about them – almost certainly because we prefer emotion over evidence – and the facts tell a heartbreaking truth in this case.
By Katy Preen8 years ago in Viva
Becoming a Teenage Parent
Becoming a parent is hard enough. Becoming a parent while you yourself are still considered a child is even worse. Yes, you made the decisions that put you here, but that doesn't make it any less scary. If you're young and expecting, here are 5 things you should know before your little bundle of joy arrives.
By Bethany Bickford8 years ago in Families
Does My Daughter Have PMDD?
I receive a lot of questions from people about PMDD (Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder) and what they can or should be doing about it. I recently got a message from a very concerned mother. I realized that this is one question that needed to be addressed publicly, so here goes.
By Cheeky Minx8 years ago in Viva
