It’s not That Hard…Really
Ah…come on guys! Is it really that hard? It is actually beginning to get a bit boring… Drawing the curtains. Dimming the lights. Keeping your voices lowered. Offering sips of water and whispering words of encouragement. Is it really that hard to do? Does it really take too much time? Do you really need to shout at this mother? Tell her she is being difficult and that if she does not cooperate that her baby will die? Do you really need to tell her that if things do not progress she will probably end up with a caesar? And then tell her again? And again? And then when she does end up with the aforementioned caesar, do you need to tell her that you were right all along? Is it helpful? Is it really necessary? Is it really that hard for your touch to be gentle and not rough? For your eyes to be kind? Is it really that hard to help the mother find a position that works for her even if she needs to be constantly monitored? Did you have to pinch the inside part of her thigh? Do you really need to make her feel low, little, irresponsible, when she says ‘no thank you’ to your hands touching her, examining her, piercing her skin with a needle? Do you really need to make her feel stupid when she does not understand what you say, or why you are doing what we are doing? Is it really appropriate to discuss loudly the PPH (postpartum haemorrhage) you had last week and how many units of blood the mother lost? Or the outcome of the birth in the next room? Do you need to pull her legs apart so roughly? Does the vaginal exam really need to be so painful? Does it? It is her body after all. And her baby. And her birth. She will give birth only a few times in her life. Maybe only once. Maybe only this once. The role we play when we are there, present at this precious moment in time, will be embedded in her consciousness, her memory for the rest of her life. An old woman may not remember your name, or whether she has eaten lunch or not, but she will remember the day she gave birth: the smells, the sounds, the people, who were present and how she was treated. It really does not take that much. It really is not that hard. It really isn’t. Being kind and patient. Staying calm. Bringing water. Dimming lights. Respecting her wishes. Drawing those bloody curtains and making sure the mother has some privacy. It is quite simple really. She will remember that you were the one who held a glass of water to her parched lips and told her she was doing well. Really. She will. I can promise you...
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