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I love my job.
Have I mentioned that before? That I love it? 'Cuz I do.
But, lemme tell ya...it's hazardous.
First, there was the Belly Fat incident, then there's the whole #2 in Second Stage (PS-did you know that you can read all of my past "Talkin' Shop" posts by clicking the button above, in my nav menu? It's true!!)..but, recently...I became (insert scary organ music here: duh duh duh duuuuuhhhhhh...):
I was taking care of a non-English speaking patient (which, I believe it is now PC to say "Limited English Proficiency", but I dunno...I can't keep up...), she was laboring. Laboring hard.
She had some friends with her...who were sympathetic to her, but not all that interested in helping her.
A contraction would come and, literally, take her to her knees. Writhing in pain and breathing through her contractions...her friends would "tsk tsk" and look at her with sympathetic eyes.
Some would rub her back as she swayed in pain, others would just watch, casting a pitiful glance in her direction here and there. I figured, heck...I'm a L&D nurse, I may as well jump right in and offer her some assistance.
I was only trying to help...she didn't want an epidural or a c-section...but she wasn't progressing. She was just plain old crazy in pain.
Yes, I said crazy. As in CAH-razy!! It's what pain can do to a girl.
As a contraction subsided, I was standing close to her...comforting her, encouraging her, cheering her on, rubbing her back...then...another contraction. And...I was too close.
She grabbed me around my waist, I thought, "Awww...she needs me!!", feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, and I started to rub her back, as the contraction intensified, she started to rock slightly.
Lot's of women do this...
Back and forth, back and forth.
Then, the contraction got stronger. And stronger and stronger and stronger...and as the strength of the contraction intensified, so did her rocking.
Until, I became...(duh duh duh duuuuuhhhhhh...)
I realized I was in the grips of a ferocious beast, as I was being shook back and forth, back and forth, back and forth while her arms were wrapped around my body and her head buried in my bosom.
I grabbed for the siderail of the bed, so that I wouldn't actually be thrashed back and forth, widened my stance and rode out the storm of her contraction. I'm pretty sure I got whiplash.
Next contraction, I felt bad just leaving her...so I was prepared this time...no catching me off guard!! I rode the next one out with her.
By this time, her friends were thinking this whole...shark bait thing was pretty hilarious. If it weren't for the kink in my side, and my aching neck, I may have shared their sentiment. As it was, tho, I figured I'd just take one for the team.
I know how much labor hurts...so, I'd be her shark bait if that's what she needed.
Turns out what she needed was an epidural. The anesthesiologist walked in to give her his "do you want this" speech, and was privy to the shark bait scene from start to finish. His eyes got wide, his face serious, then, slowly, a smile and a chuckle crept to his face.
He thought it was pretty stinkin' funny. Until the next contraction...when it interrupted his business...then it "weren't so funny no mo'".
Needless to say, I was sore. For real. I'm not joking. I totally thought I hurt my back...or, rather, she hurt my back...but all's well that ends well.
And, that whole scene ended with a healthy baby.
I'd say that's pretty darn "well".
Your favorite shark bait