Monday, March 02, 2009
The Velamentous Insertion
This is not really about a velamentous insertion. I just like the sound of the words and I saw an umbilical cord recently that had one (fine outcome; velamentariness not discovered until the placenta was delivered). You can read all about cord troubles here.
Last night, with two patients, one an antepartum patient and one a patient being induced for a low amount of amniotic fluid, I ran into my patients (that'd be mom and baby) and FOB (father of baby) from the night before. They were in the hallway in front of their labor room, babe in plastic wheelie bassinet and mom in double hospital gowns, taking pictures. They called me over and wanted a picture with their cutest little one. I picked the little swaddled fella up and I'm sure I had the world's biggest smile in the picture; mom had scooted next to me, and also had a huge smile.
I love L and D. It's the drama, the blood (it looks like the scene of a crime sometimes after a birth), the family hovering and worried then ecstatic with tears flowing, the cute babies (and even the not so cute ones), being on the verge of life (and death; that happens, too), the tedium of a long labor, the terror of a fast one, the fetal monitor with that quick as nervous baby heart beat in the background when you're starting the IV
which, by the way, I finally did successfully. Yes, last night. There was something about last night wherein everything seemed to come together. I did more things right than wrong, I had patients who deserve a framed picture on the wall in some sort of patient-of-the-month montage and then the happy family from the previous night so excited for me to be in a picture holding their baby and so sweet and thanking me.
The patient actually *fell asleep* while I was starting the IV. I'm all about using a little intradermal lidocaine bleb now! I told her, "This was the easiest IV I've ever started!" which, when translated meant, "This was my first successful IV!"
I just feel like The Nurse now. Somehow. And, more than that, I feel like The L and D Nurse. I have only two weeks of nursing school left and then, who knows. The word on the street is that there are no jobs for new nurses. I'm not going to worry about it. Things will work out, but,
Here's My Question For You:
Should I change the name of my blog when I'm no longer a student?
I'd like some opinions. I'd like to call it The Velamentous Insertion, but then my readership would, likely, drop from three to one (Thanks mom for your loyal readership!).
That is a portrait of me drawn by my daughter. I'm wearing my scrubs (as you can see). No. I don't actually have problems with my liver.