being born

…Hi its me again…now where was i when i last left you….hmmmn…yeah…student nursing….

On my third year through nursing school, i really had a hard time starting out at first…but as time went by, i finally got the hang of it…weird schedules, unending case after after case after case after case presentations….even weirder patients, Clinical Instructors from hell and back (well not all of them i guess, some were stuck in purgatories and i hope their sins are never forgiven)…and doctors from Mars…well anyway, i would just like to tell you of an experience i had when we were about to have our OR/DR exposure…

everyone was excited…including me…that’s right…ME.

I never thought that someday i would get excited about something i really am not so fond of …but then again i guess i have finally grown to like what i do…or  is it just because i guess i have no choice but to do it anyway…whichever way you put it.

On our first day, we had our orientation on the area…it includes OR 1, OR 2, and Delivery rooms…adrenalin was rushing…it was the first time i saw neonates being born…literally seeing them come out from the wombs( or the vagina to put it more bluntly, womb is only for those who had gone C-sections)…everybody was tense except for the staff who took everything  so calmly….this was the scenario: laboring mom crying and shouting because of the pain, assisting nurse coaching her to bear down properly while doing fundal pushes, another nurse supporting her perineum so she won’t lacerate excessively, midwife waiting to catch the baby when it comes out, and us of course…jaws dropping in mid air… and so we watched and observed…some in awe…some in shock…others in disgust….even some in remorse(..i’m gonna tell my mom i love her when i get home guys)…all in all, it was truly an amazing experience..(just don’t drop those tiny, wriggling,slimy,vernix caseosa-covered neonates into the pail).

Next was the OR….