When I was nine months pregnant with my daughter, I went into the hospital with contractions (which turned out to be nothing, but not the point) at about 2 am. I had been diagnosed with gestational diabetes and needed to keep my blood sugar in check, and by around 5 I started to feel weak like my blood sugar was low. I got my meter out and checked it (though the nurse was supposed to be doing that, I just didn't know it at the time), and seeing how low it was, my husband went to hunt down a nurse who could get me some juice or something.
He managed to find two, who came into the room and looked at each other like "Huhwha?" One of them, the one who was supposed to be keeping an eye on me, admitted that she only read halfway through my chart! I had been sitting there for three hours, knowing that you had only one other person to look after, and you hadn't totally read through my chart? I could understand if she was delivering a baby but all she was doing was keeping half an eye on two little computer screens that had our contractions on them.
I eventually got some orange juice, and when I went back a week later to actually have my daughter, the nurse I had was way better.
He managed to find two, who came into the room and looked at each other like "Huhwha?" One of them, the one who was supposed to be keeping an eye on me, admitted that she only read halfway through my chart! I had been sitting there for three hours, knowing that you had only one other person to look after, and you hadn't totally read through my chart? I could understand if she was delivering a baby but all she was doing was keeping half an eye on two little computer screens that had our contractions on them.
I eventually got some orange juice, and when I went back a week later to actually have my daughter, the nurse I had was way better.
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