Thanks to this nurse who addressed my son's needs (and probably some of the others) during his stay in the hospital. I recently found out from my cousin Kathy that this nurse was doing a great job in taking care of my cousin's baby as well. Thank you! Thumbs up to you!
Vomit for 3 times in a row.
Pooped 4 times in a row with a very short number of minutes interval and
everything happens in a very short span of time. And now, all pale white and
fainting. Moms hate kids getting sick and just don’t know what to do.
As a mom, I get excited and
thrilled to see my son’s milestones but raising a kid doesn’t end with purely
good things because unexpected situations also happen like babies getting sick
and that is just devastating.
I spent my first 3 years in
College of Nursing. I spent most of my years in College of Education and dealt
with children of different ages (from Pre-school to 12 year-old kids), from
different races (Cebuano, Tagalog, Muslims, etc..), I even taught teenagers
like high school students, I educated out of school youth teens and moms without jobs
and I believed way back then that if I will have kids in the future, I will
surely know how to take care of them. But no! My experiences in life were never
sufficient when reality of being a mom already happens. I just ran out of ideas
how to get my son out of trouble. Panic, fear and tears falling from my eyes were inevitable.
I was however, saved by our
neighbor. They took us to the hospital without hesitation only the will to help
others. I was really grateful for Atendido family for that.
And I thought it was going to be
alright. The sad part was; that hospital’s emergency room staffs were never
qualified. If I were to rate their work that day alone from 1 to 10; 1 as the
lowest and 10 as the highest, then I’ll be giving them ZERO.
Work as nurses and doctors - they were so
slow… I thought that day; all slow pokes just combined their powers and as
result --- tragedy! Even the resident on duty or doctor on duty
was the leader of all the extremely earthwormly-turtle work. Sad to say,
but it was true. There were only 3 patients; three kids on their ER but they
were not able to attend to the patients’ needs. The nurses even pretended they
were doing something but they were doing nothing but chit-chatting! When I looked at
them in the eye, they try to look up to the ceiling. Now, what is that? Where
the h-e-c-k is nursing care? Where are their brains? Why wouldn’t they help? I
did not pay Php5,000 immediately as a down payment for them to look up to the
ceiling when I try to eye communicate with them. I paid for my son’s life, so they have to give a quick response as that’s their job.
Then again, God was really good.
He must have probably sensed that I was about to shout at the people there so
after 45 f-u-c-k-i-n-g minutes, we
were entertained by a staff.
I remained calm, kept my mouth
shut and bear in my mind what I always tell myself “Educated people don’t shout at
dullards. They keep silent and smirk.”
But my son was in terrible shape
and Lord knows how he looks that day. Kurt must have been dehydrated, dry skin,
sunken and dark eyes, could hardly breath and fainting.
Vomiting was persistent and even
defecation was happening all at once on our first day. Second day was even
tougher. He got high grade fever (38
degrees, 39 an then higher) for 24 hours or more. I did not know what was
going on already. I was hoping for the best to come and yet expecting for the
worse. All I could do was pray.
However, there were slight
changes on the third day, he was doing well and walking around. On the fourth
day, he began having fever again. It was really heart-breaking for a mom like
me to see my unico hijo suffer. How I wish that God would just give me Kurt’s
burden so I could carry it for him.
For five days, there was a
serious and continuous monitoring for my son’s health. Thanks to the nurses of
3-D station in that same hospital. They were way too different from the ER
nurses who received my son on ER. The 3-D nurses were very patient-centered,
compassionate, caring, loving people (not just loving nurses but loving people;
face reading – psychological thing - clairvoyant) and they smile. Their auras
were so light and positive. They were kind and there, I saw real FILIPINO
nurses. I was so happy that my patience never ticked off when I was there.
Plus, I’m very thankful until now
that Kurt’s pediatrician was doing great with his job as a doctor and doing a
great job as a human being. Nowadays, kind doctors are rare. Most of them are
horrible but Kurt’s pedia and his wife (my OB) are different. They’re very down
to earth and they would really explain what’s happening. They are cool, keep
you calm, tell you the truth but stay positive. No wonder they are blessed.
After five days stay in the
hospital, I’m very glad that my son has now fully recovered. Thanks to all the
nurses of 3-D and Doc Norman Babar. God bless you all!
Note: The words I have placed here are factual and are based on personal and
authentic happening in one of the private hospitals here in General Santos
City, Philippines. Negative comments are not meant to hurt people but rather to
help them evaluate their hospital, hospital staff and their selves and
eventually changed their attitude towards work. And with that, they could
improve. I just hope that someday, this kind of bad attitude
(the-I-only-care-about-my-time-out-attitude) will be eradicated. (I have aunts and even friends who are nurses and doctors but I have seen them work, they're not rude.)
People who get to the hospital
have serious problems. I mean, face it, who are stupid enough to go to the hospital just to spend money and waste
time? No one! Ergo, all people going to the hospital should be well taken-cared
of.
For those nurses and doctors who are doing their job, thanks to you!
You save people. People like you are now endangered species.
And for those who think I am rude, I’m only responsible of what others
have shown me, responsible of what I have presented before you but never
responsible of how YOU understand the situation. You could only understand such
manner if you are a mother.
Besides if criticizing is considered a crime, what then do you call people not working or pretending they're doing something on working hours but actually not and yet getting paid? Ain't that an abomination too? Just thinking..
