This is what everyone thinks I do at work all day.
This is what my husband thinks I do all day at work.
This is what my daughter thinks I do all day at work.
This is what I’m actually doing at work all day.
This is how I feel when a doctor walks away from me without responding when I say “I can no longer take verbal orders.”
This is how I feel when I look in the computer and see that another doctor wrote ALL their orders all by themselves.
This is how I feel when I read the order and it says “start Pitocin at 6mu and increase by 2mu every 15 minutes” and I wish I had just written the order myself, the order I SWEAR I HEARD (start Pitocin at 2mu and increase by 2 every 30 minutes)
This is how I feel when I get amniotic fluid on my scrubs at the beginning of a shift.
This is how I feel when I can’t find the nurse to give report to when I need to turn my patient over so that I can get another patient.
This is how I feel when someone poops in the employee bathroom.
This is how I feel when I poop in the employee bathroom
This is how I feel when I stay for a shift-change delivery because I think it will be quick.
This is how I feel an hour later when the patient is still pregnant.
This is how I feel when she finally delivers.
I really believe that my husband will take mercy on me, since I stayed at work late, and my house will look like this when I get home. P.S. the kids will also be fed and bathed 🙂
This is what I swear I’m going to do when I get home, no matter how tired I am.
This is how my house actually looks when I get home.
…and as soon as I walk through the door my daughter will tell me she’s STARVING and ask if she can wash her hair when she takes a bath. I’ll say “not tonight, I don’t feel like drying it” and then she’ll remind me she hasn’t washed it in in 4 days So I’ll scramble to take off my scrubs that definitely have amniotic fluid on them, blood (?) or chocolate (?) on a pant leg, and always the possibility of some sort of bodily discharge anywhere on them. I’ll make dinner, dry her hair, and put the baby to bed and then…
OB can be exhausting, mentally and physically. Some days you may have one patient, some days you may have one after the other. Working postpartum and mother-baby is different, but it’s still crazy, and chaotic, and every family is different…but I love it. I love all of it. And the only thing I would change is that I want better for each and every mom and baby. And that’s why we do it, right 🙂
Until my next delivery ❤
Categories: Nursing Humor, Random