I wrote this almost four years ago, when my daughter was six and my husband was still a student. It’s sweet looking back at this, especially since all of it is still true.
I don’t know why I wanted to start a blog. I guess I wanted an outlet, and since I type almost 100 words a minute, I thought a blog would be better than a journal. When I was a new graduate nurse, I frequently heard the phrase “eight is too late.” Sometimes I would hear nurses warn laboring patients…eight is too late if you want an epidural. More often I would hear patients ask for their epidural before any “real” pain had really set in, citing I’ve heard eight is too late if you want an epidural. As a new graduate nurse, I bit my tongue and didn’t say anything. But in my head, I was thinking Houston, we have a problem. That wasn’t the whole truth. Eight isn’t always too late! It’s frequently not too late. Where had patients heard that from and why were we not telling people the whole truth and nothing but the truth?!? I realized there was a major gap between women and their healthcare providers. Something seemed to be missing. Most providers wanted to do the right thing and most women wanted to trust their providers. I didn’t know what I could do to bridge the gap.
That year, my first year in OB, I went to my first national AWHONN conference, where I met hundreds of nurses that were just like me, thinking the same things, and dealing with the same issues, regardless of where they were from. It was then and there that I realized there is a common thread that binds us nurses together.
There are so many cool, crazy, weird, wrong, and wonderful things that go on in my world—my world on a labor and delivery unit. I hope you think that my life as a labor nurse is as interesting and funny as I do!