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MAMA-KANGAROO 321
I had C-section in December 2007 in Novi Sad, in the OB/GYN clinic or Betanija, the way the citizens of Novi Sad call it. I am so happy because this site exits, unfortunately I have a very bad experience in the clinic mentioned above. Around 43 week after conception I got sever pain in my upper abdomen. My doctor, who was leading my maternity care, went abroad for a trip and he was not available to me. On that day I went twice in the hospital and eventually I was admitted to stay. So I spent a few days at the antenatal ward. Along with fear and uncertainty, I experienced the shock when they put me in the room for the patients .Some black bugs were roaming on the floor, big glass windows could not be shut properly (it was the end of November, very cold weather), toilets were disgusting, with all those bugs and smoke, since there were so many pregnant women who smoke there; uncomfortable bed stuck in one position, with wires stubbing my back. It was a real night mare. I sat on the bed and suddenly realized that I had to spend night there; they did not know what was wrong with me, did not give me any therapy, and I just wanted to go home, but it turned out to be a big problem, as well. When my doctor came back, he examined me, and concluded that were the adhesions which were pulling my uterus, after that I got discharged from hospital. After few days I went for my follow-up and he found that my baby was big and suggested C-section. Since I trusted him, I agreed with it, and went to Betanija once more, to be prepared for the C-section. My C-section was one fine experience. They gave me spinal anesthesia; the procedure lasted only twenty minutes. Everything was as my doctor previously explained me; baby was born after 38 weeks, weighed 4.5 kg and 53 cm long. They showed me him and let me kissed him right after he was born. A pediatrician after completed Apgar score said he got two tens. After that I was overwhelmed with the feeling of joy and happiness, which was not mentioned to last long. After I came to the intensive care unit the real hell started for me. The post partum unit is the root of arrogant, malicious and rude nurses. When I wanted to get up from bed, blood ran down my legs and one blood clot ended in my slipper. I kindly asked one nurse to help me to take a shower, and she answered straight away DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO DO IT TODAY!!!!!!!! With legs covered in blood I was laying one all day long…Tomorrow one volunteer girl from the other department helped me to take a shower and she even did not want to take some chocolate in the name of gratitude. When they brought my baby for his first nursing, they just left me; nobody showed me what to do. I was terrified, they left him, and I was a primipara, did not have a clue what to do. All I learned at the school for the pregnant women did not help a bit. My wound was giving me so much pain that I was not able to move on neither to my left side nor to my right side: and he was just laying by me and could not stop crying. A pediatric nurse entered, I will never forget her face. She squeezed my breast, immediately I started to shout and she said: “You see you have milk! Get serious!” And she left. He was still by me, crying, I was not able to help him, he was crying, I was crying. When nurses came to pick up babies, one of them saw me all in tears and she helped me. All in all, nobody taught me how properly to breastfeed my baby and on the forth day I came home with puerperal mastitis and fever. In the room was two more women, one of them had the second baby. One night around midnight she got sever headache, she started crying and yelling. Nurse in the night shift came and said something like”I cannot wake up the doctor because of you. Here it is diclofenac, but you have to know you took it on your own risk, I did not give you. I wanted to press the charges against that pediatric nurse, who treated me inhumanly and more over unprofessionally acted towards me. However, as the days were passing by, with the full hands taking care of my baby, I have never done it. Even today I am so bitter and angry when I remember all those people in the hospital.
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