Personal Narrative: The Nurse Who Changed My Life

My mom scheduled for it to be in 2 weeks. the day comes and i am nervous, i don't know why because i know what they do, i just was. They put my IV in and put medicine in my system to make me loopy. They wheel me back to the operating room, lay me on a table and put a mask on me. the anaistgyolygest say “ count down from 10 buddy” i say “10, 9, 8-” i am out cold. about 13 hours past, its 8 o'clock, the thing i remember most is how my throat was drier than the dessert. my nurse asks “how you feel buddy?” i reply “it hurts” she told me she would take care of that, i'm not being facetious when i say this, but she turns me on my side and puts a shot in my butt. i rest for another hour then they wheel me out to the car and take me home. getting upstairs was the hardest part,

I remember when my water bag broke; it was August 12, 1992, and the time was 12:15am.I was very excited that I would see my new baby on her due date. I did what the child birthing book recommended. I woke my husband up and told him to call the hospital. In the meantime I decided to take a shower. I was pretty calm because I didn't have any contractions. I wore my best maternity outfit and was spruced up compared to my husband. I even put on some perfume. You see, we had just gone to bed at 11:30 that night. My husband looked a little worse for wear. We got to the hospital and then were led into the maternity room. The room looked a little dingy with its yellow light and peeling paint. The hospital bed was small and narrow. I got scared,

On March 30, as of three thirty in the morning, my life has officially changed. The labor pains had set in and it was time to have a baby. I had never felt a pain so excruciating in my life, and I thought that cramps were terrible, labor pains do not even compare. I climbed the stairs to my aunts room to let her know that it was time to go to the hospital. After watching her run around the room frantically she finally was able to rush me to the hospital. She zoomed through street lights rushing for fear that I may have the baby in the car and she would pass out. Had

It was very intense, very long. Everything was different than I expected. I said, 'That's it! I'm done! I am going to the hospital and I'm going to get an epidural.' They asked me if I really wanted to do that and I said, 'No, I don't, but I do.' I wanted to try natural if at all possible.

This experience opened my eyes to a field of nursing I hadn’t ever considered before. Concrete As soon as I walked in, I was greeted by a nurse who told me we were about to go into a c-section and that I needed to get gowned up. I was really surprised and really excited that I was going to get

All of a sudden, I felt this sharp pain in my stomach. I thought nothing of it because I have had false labor pains the whole pregnancy. As I gently rubbed my stomach humming my favorite song. “ You are my Sunshine” not even halfway through the song another sharp pain. I thought, “okay girls you don’t like that song anymore or my singing maybe something else.” So I eased my way out the recliner and decided maybe a glass of water would help. Standing in the kitchen it happened again, but this time the pain has gone across my stomach down my spine, now the pain seemed to be coming every 20 minutes. Then my water broke. Of course, this is where I begin to panic. I yelled out for my husband John who was sounded asleep in the bedroom. He came running like the house was on fire. Without even speaking a word we both knew that we had to get to the hospital fast. He asked,” How far apart.” I stated, about 20 minutes” with a long pause we knew we had to get to the hospital

I was also afraid of having the epidural too long in results of it wearing off or slowing down my labor. A few hours more go by of contractions and they were getting intense, but I was handling them just fine. My goal was to wait as long as possible to get the epidural, but my nurse comes in and tells me since my contractions are getting worse if I wanted to go ahead and get it. I knew from the moment I got the epidural I was on a 24 hour time limit to having this baby before I was forced into c section because of possibility of infection. I told her I’d like to know how dilated I am first and my midwife came in to tell me she wasn’t going to check it, again because they already broke my water and they wanted to limit the number of times I was checked. So, by their recommendation I went ahead and got it. after a few hours go by, they check me and I am still only 2.5 cm dilated ( only .5 more dilated then I was at my appointment a few days prior) they told me I was dilating very slow but I stayed hopeful, bounced on a birthing ball and used the peanut. None of which was working. My Midwife comes in and checks me again and I still haven’t progressed. She begins to introduce the conversation of cesarian and how she thinks my body can’t handle it and my son was too big. (Remind you it has been nowhere near the 24hr

I am so glad I choose to follow my instinct because things turned bad fast. My water didn't break on its own, but I was to far along for them to stop my labor. My son’s heart rate dropped and I had a fever, so they decided that he needed to come sooner than later. So the doctors gave me meds to speed up my contractions. How I decided to trust my gut was I knew that even though it was early my son was ready to come into the

it was the morning of febuary 1, 2016 i was 36 weeks pregnant with my second child. my son. i woke up with a sharp pain in my stomach. i reached for my husband to ask him to help me off the bed. i needed to get up and fast. something in my body didnt feel right i couldnt breathe and and i felt like i needed to use the restroom. in my mind i was thinking "this can not be happening already" i was only 36 weeks with four weeks to go. i thought i had time to prepare still. all of a sudden i felt a flow of water. my husband helped me off the bed and helped me into the restroom, the pain was getting worse.stronger and faster. i sat by the toilet feeling sick. my husband sat there with disbelif on his face. i knew he was thinking the same thing i

Yes, she had IV and epidural just to keep her calm and get rest from a long period of contractions. The epidural was light dose, because she could feel almost everything enlist she couldn’t feel the pain of contractions as hardest as she had prior. Also, when she got to hospital she was already total dilated. It was around at 5:00 pm. Water broke was at home around at 12:00 pm and the first stage labor start around 2:00 pm with one contraction at a time.

     Dr. Dermer came in to see me around nine that evening. My contractions were getting harder and were getting closer together. Dr. Dermer felt that if I continued in this manner that I would be able to deliver that night. At the same time, Dr. Dermer stated that after being in labor all day he did not think that I would have the energy to push. His final decision was to stop my labor. He advised me to get a good night sleep so that I would be prepared for the next morning when the nurses would induce my labor again.

I will never forget the moment my labor began, the moment that marked that step in my journey into motherhood. I can remember everything about it so clearly. My mom, fiancé, and I woke up early Friday morning to make our way to Western Missouri Medical Center. I stood in front of the mirror looking at my belly knowing it would be my last time standing in that bathroom with my baby inside of me still. It was a bittersweet moment that I cherished as long as I possibly could. I was set to be induced that morning and very excited, yet a little bit nervous. I had no idea what to expect. I’d been waiting a very long 37 weeks to finally meet this precious human that had been growing inside me. I had ideas of what he might look like, and what the experience might be like, however nothing could have prepared me for what was in store over the next few days.

Mother: I have a case of moderate arthritis from playing tennis and gardening, so my doctors were concerned about my body's ability to carry the pregnancy to full term and handle the full ordeal of the delivery. The birth of our child took a long time. I was in labor for nearly four days. We hired a lovely midwife who has specialized knowledge in handling special births, but after the second day, we decided to load me up in the car and head for the hospital. It was frightening, I suppose, but I also felt a clarity of purpose. I really wanted this baby and I knew that the baby's best chance and my best chance for survival was for me to stay calm and coherent as possible, for the sake of my family.

My doctor calmed me down and explained a few things to me. After we were done, I went straight to the library and checked out a few medical books. As soon as I got home, I hit the books for the rest of the afternoon. Here's what I found out.

My husband, Mom, Step-dad, and I all showed up at the hospital. Pillows under our arms, bags bursting at the seams, trails of blankets followed us as we walked down the hall to my room. I sat my room, sat on the bed and was ready for the nurse to give me that magical shot to induce me, I would