On Monday i watched my first surgery, in the context of my first birth. Wheeling the baby transport device to the operating room with the two experienced nurses in our spacesuits, we didn't look like we were off to fetch a basically routine new human--we looked like a Hazmat team preparing to isolate a contaminated object. Ah, anyway, an OR is a
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I don't object to C-sections by any means--it's the system surrounding my experience in that ordinary hospital that horrifies me. I spent most of the rest of my day trying to get my hands on the kids, holding and rocking them, singing them love songs, trying to communicate an acknowledgement of their humanity, helping them feel happy and secure. It was sad to note the utter lack of connection my classmate with me that day was able to give those kids. She claims to want to be an OB or pediatric nurse, but she kept handing the babies off to me because they kept crying in her arms! I don't have some rarefied gift. Something so simple was so lacking throughout that place. At least we were hanging out with the babies--most of the nurses around us didn't spend much time loving them at all.
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