Recently, the term obstetric institution caught my eye, and a caustic sarcastic smile spread across my face. As I recall this help, for some reason, immediately stories and stories about concentration camps and sophisticated tortures that the fascists in World War II came to mind.
How I got to the hospital
I went for a routine inspection at a consultation, and they sent me straight from there to the hospital reception, it seemed to know if there were free places, but I had to show you the direction. And in the waiting room I was told that once you are here, we can no longer release you. Unless make ultrasonography (of course for the rather big sum) and write refusal.
That is, no one was interested that in the morning I left the house for half an hour and did not plan to go to bed at the government’s bed for an indefinite period. Owing to bickering with the doctor, I fell into hysterics. When he came out for a second, the nurse said to me: Why are you crying, they will let you go home for a couple of hours.
I wonder why the doctor did not say about this? After all, they let me go, but she shook me up well.
I wonder why no one ever talks about the purpose of the drugs that are included in the mandatory set, with which you should come to the hospital, and why are they called? When the midwife took me to put a drip, I sincerely became interested – why? To which she snorted and left.
Five minutes later, the doctor came running with swollen nostrils and a cry: Who here refuses to prick the medicine ?! After the explanations, the calming doctor left, and the same midwife inserted a needle into my head so that everything dripped past the vein and the hand swelled.
During the birth itself, I was also desperately helped: Push! How to dive under the water … Where are you going in the head ?! There the child goes back and forth! And I just dive under the water. Now, if they told me to press the press, I would do everything right.
As a result, in my eyes, the capillaries burst, and the child then felt very uncomfortable swaddled, and it was impossible to pull a raincoat on the wheelchair – a cry rose.
Since there was a delivery room that day, I was not supposed to linger on the chair, so the last phase of the delivery (child rest) was accelerated by hand. As a result – bleeding and cleaning under general anesthesia. By the way, the anesthesiologist was also looking for a long time, as they say, in the afternoon with fire.
After anesthesia, the first day I reach the toilet – it was a real hike! It is good that mother paid the nannies, they drove them under her arms. Then, holding onto the wall, I was able to reach the place where the food was distributed.
And in the back of the voice of the sister on duty: Oh, and just so unhappy, that barely goes! To my timid excuse that I lost a lot of blood, I received another mocking reply: Who told you that? As if she herself was standing nearby and saw everything with her own eyes.
But this was not the end of the conversation. When I, having received a bowl of my porridge, began my journey back, this same nurse began to shout: Where to ?! In the ward is not allowed! I can’t sit – the seams will disperse, stand for me – these are titanic efforts, but you cannot eat in the ward … They helped give birth, and then get out, as you know.
But they know their business there clearly. A couple of hours after my childbirth, one of the nannies with rodzala began to run to our ward, clucking. If you want to thank the midwife … And what did she have to thank when the doctor took the birth, but did she want to demand money from her?
And most of all I was touched by a girl in a white robe with a tablet (at that time it was a luxury), which showed, told and strongly recommended paying for a photo session from the discharge of the newborn. Well, to remember for a lifetime. Yeah, thanks, and I will never forget it.
And all this is only the most vivid memories. In general, I told myself that in this hospital there would be no more of my foot. Although then I realized that in others it is hardly better.
Or is it better?