I'd say all it takes is witnessing a single hospital birth (my sisters) where the nurses only care about:
1.) When Sis wants the drugs. Won't you talk some sense into her? Won't you tell us when whe wants something? Is she ready for it? Etc.
-and-
2.) What the fetal monitor says, regardless of the fact that it changed output every time the woman moved in the slightest, prevented any sort of walking or position changding, and seemed utterly useless for anything except reccommending drugs, drugs, drugs... did i mention drugs?
To decide that maybe I should actually read up what the whole bit should be about. *Shrugs*
I'm still TTC#1, but, I still can't believe what I witnessed at that hospital. They didn't care about the patient. They cared about machines. About getting her out of the "birthing room" in a timely fashion. About "fetal distress" based on a machine that seemed entirely unreliable. It was just... awful.
1.) When Sis wants the drugs. Won't you talk some sense into her? Won't you tell us when whe wants something? Is she ready for it? Etc.
-and-
2.) What the fetal monitor says, regardless of the fact that it changed output every time the woman moved in the slightest, prevented any sort of walking or position changding, and seemed utterly useless for anything except reccommending drugs, drugs, drugs... did i mention drugs?
To decide that maybe I should actually read up what the whole bit should be about. *Shrugs*
I'm still TTC#1, but, I still can't believe what I witnessed at that hospital. They didn't care about the patient. They cared about machines. About getting her out of the "birthing room" in a timely fashion. About "fetal distress" based on a machine that seemed entirely unreliable. It was just... awful.







this stood out to me because that is so totally what they do. they don't even take into consideration that if the mama leans forward and sneezes the machine will say the baby's heartbeat stopped.
yet they still rely on that more than anything else.



: Add to that I was footling breech. Well my mom went into labor and called the L&D nurses station to see when she should come in. They told her she wasn't in labor and hung up on her. And did it again a few hours later. Finally, when my mom and grandma (who was a RN and obviously knew her daughter was in hard labor) knew they couldn't hold out much longer, they got to the hospital and my mom had me right away vaginally without any complications, feet first. Fast forward throughout my teen years, and it's just story after story of poorly run hospitals and inept doctors. The various post and base hospitals lost my medical records four seperate times, never found. I have no documented medical history before the age of 20 except for the copies of vaccination records that my mom saved. There's more about my mom and her hip replacement, but I grew up with a huge mistrust, for good reason, of both doctors with their own agendas and schedules, and terrible hospitals. Most of my opinions formed about the medical establishment during this period was subconsious.
My dd's name is Elana (ee-lay-na), but we call her Ellie most of the time. 








