Nurses and those who's lives have been affected by a nurse!

My mom is a nurse. She was in LPN school when I was born. There are all these pics of her in scrubs in the nicu where I was. I was in the hospital after birth for about a month, btw. I was 6 wks early and couldn't suck from a bottle. I work hand in hand with nurses everyday. Some of them are good. Some are not. Some will get in there and roll in the floor with you while others feel they are too good for that and they just stand back and look at you. Makes you want to scream. I work at a mental hospital for everyone's info. So I really meant it when I said roll in the floor. LOL.

Though I've heard quite a few horror stories about nurses, most of the ones I've come across have been great people. And I always remember to thank them and my son seems to have picked that up from me. He goes another step and actuaaly tells them what he is thanking them for. But we did have a bad experience once. My son was around one and he had to be put on oxygen and the nurse forgot to turn the valve on....fortunately my husband found out and got that rectified. I had a heart surgery when I was around 3. It was in Kuwait and the rule stated that no family members were allowed to be by the patient after the surgery during the period of stay. But my mom wasn't going to let me be there all alone when I was 3 and she refused to give permission for the surgery. When the doctors got to know, they granted my mother permission to stay with me. During my stay in the hospital, the nurses were so nice to me and my mother that we made lasting friendship with a few of them. Today, almost 30 years later, we are still in touch with them and one of them is my mother's best friend!

Since I had both my boys 359 days apart at the same hospital I knew the L&D staff by name. While having my 11lb moose the labor nurse, Jean, was nothing but rude to me. You try pushing out a baby that size without screaming. She looks at me and says "you weren't screaming like this when you were making the baby" I was mid push, stopped, sat half way up and said "I most certainly was would you like to see the video?" Then after I had him and I mean like 15 minutes after, she told me if I didn't get out of bed and walk to the bathroom she was going to have to cath me. I told her if she came near me with another dang needle she would find it sticking out of her forehead. I had him at 11 at night and wasn't moved to my room until close to 1 AM. At 3:30 in the morning her and a bunch of people from the cafeteria come into my room to see the baby because she went on lunch after I got moved and told everyone about the huge baby that was just born and that they all just had to come and see him. I threw every single one of them out of my room. The very next year when I went in to have my second son the first question I asked was if she was working and when they told me she was I informed everyone who would listen to keep her as far away from my room as possible or she was going to get strangled by her own stethoscope. I never saw her again. Instead they give me this twit who I called on the call button to tell her I was having the baby. She comes in and pats me on the head and says Yes sweetie that is why you are here in the hospital you are here to have a baby (talking to me like I am a 4 year old. I ripped the blankets off of me grabber her stethoscope spread my legs and said NOW. She looks down and goes running out of the room to get the doctor. By the time she got back (2 minutes later) my son was laying on the bed. So I admire you for your choice of profession. it takes a real special kind of person to do that job but I have hated every nurse I have ever had to deal with for more than blood work.