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Sproing! Part the, eh, who cares. Fifth?
Jan. 23rd, 2008 11:30 pmI'm trying so hard to be delighted and optimistic about having passed delivery placement. Cos, well, the level required of me this year is exactly the same as what'll be required next year, which is... well, it makes for some intensity of emotions. But it's been One Of Those Days. And I don't think the chips I got to celebrate passing is enough. So instead I'll tell ye what I've been doing, apart from anything that's in any way identifying. Er. Hopefully, given what I'm about to talk about.
Spent a day in the annex recently - the 5 bed room where women stay after their labours have been induced by whatever means. [Note to self: check the research about nookie as a method of inducing labour.] Arrived back from my lunch to discover that I'd been "promoted" from "can we trust her to take someone's blood pressure?" to "three women in early labour? She can cope on her own. Oh, here, we'll give her her very own student as well." So yeah, that was a fun 7 hours, me happily showing my very own student how to do different things and having wonderful chats with the women while helping and encouraging them to mobilise. (Walking, really, it helps massively. Gravity is your friend when trying to push something through your pelvis.) I may also have been somewhat influential in some cases of pain relief. Discovered further, and further on in the evening, that certain important people had assumed I was a 2nd year. A second year postgrad. So woo me for rocking.
And I've passed the placement, my first major midwifery one since April/May. Still only two catches, but ya know what? That's ok. I'll start to worry if it's still at two in 4th year, until then I'm sticking to my principles. No amount of stern looks from tutors will convince me otherwise because I'm right.
This last month I've also seen my first ever forceps (yeowchies), first foetal bradycardia (60bpm over 3 minutes, I swear it felt like 3 hours - normal heartrate is 110-160 bpm) and first paternal collapse (knew that was coming, some people you just know can't handle the occasional ickiness of birth. Er, I mean the intensity of emotions associated with New Baby.) I also have skills I didn't know I had. I've seen the labouring pool in use as a yoga ball storage pit and I've been chased down the corridor by two very large green yoga balls. I've dropped a scrubs size, too, though I've remembered to eat at least two meals a day. Still haven't got a foggiest who half the docs are, though.
One more shift.
Spent a day in the annex recently - the 5 bed room where women stay after their labours have been induced by whatever means. [Note to self: check the research about nookie as a method of inducing labour.] Arrived back from my lunch to discover that I'd been "promoted" from "can we trust her to take someone's blood pressure?" to "three women in early labour? She can cope on her own. Oh, here, we'll give her her very own student as well." So yeah, that was a fun 7 hours, me happily showing my very own student how to do different things and having wonderful chats with the women while helping and encouraging them to mobilise. (Walking, really, it helps massively. Gravity is your friend when trying to push something through your pelvis.) I may also have been somewhat influential in some cases of pain relief. Discovered further, and further on in the evening, that certain important people had assumed I was a 2nd year. A second year postgrad. So woo me for rocking.
And I've passed the placement, my first major midwifery one since April/May. Still only two catches, but ya know what? That's ok. I'll start to worry if it's still at two in 4th year, until then I'm sticking to my principles. No amount of stern looks from tutors will convince me otherwise because I'm right.
This last month I've also seen my first ever forceps (yeowchies), first foetal bradycardia (60bpm over 3 minutes, I swear it felt like 3 hours - normal heartrate is 110-160 bpm) and first paternal collapse (knew that was coming, some people you just know can't handle the occasional ickiness of birth. Er, I mean the intensity of emotions associated with New Baby.) I also have skills I didn't know I had. I've seen the labouring pool in use as a yoga ball storage pit and I've been chased down the corridor by two very large green yoga balls. I've dropped a scrubs size, too, though I've remembered to eat at least two meals a day. Still haven't got a foggiest who half the docs are, though.
One more shift.
