|E(further)TA ~ the hospital my sister had her last baby at was incredible. The food was like, 4 star (immediately after birth she had a four course meal with chocolate cake for dessert), there was a sofa bed for the other family members to sleep on, and accommodations for the entire family. When my niece was born, in the room there was: my sister, obviously, and me, and her husband, and her other three kids, and my son)... we were all totally comfortable. There was also a TV with functioning DVD player, as well as a stereo system with CD player and remote control. She had a HUGE window (one entire wall was a window overlooking a little patio / garden type area with lots of trees and greenery), a giant adjustable bed, and lots of blankets and a little table. The bathroom was also incredible, with a spa tub, a double-headed shower (that is, the shower had two sprayer head thingies), and plenty of space for laboring mama plus support crew (not that she used it).
Okay, if the rest of the hospital staff would leave me alone and I could have DoctorJen attend I just might consider it. (Not really, but almost.
) Seriously, what was this, hospital for the stars? How much did it cost? I've never heard of such a thing.
Well, I haven't given birth in a hospital. But I have been in hospitals plenty enough, visiting other people and getting care for myself and my children. Not even getting into the quality of care and attitudes... First, the fluorescent lights are a killer for me. I just can't tolerate them at all, they give me headaches, make me feel sick to my stomach... and hospitals have closed air circulation systems. Stale air is so not my thing, I like the windows open. Then there's the filth.
I don't care how clean it looks,
I know hospitals are really quite dirty places and that gives me the heebies. The tacky generic "homelike" decor offends me, it's always too hot and I start feeling dehydrated, and the beds and furniture are uncomfortable.
That said, recently we were in for a cat scan (due to the stupidity of a stupid doctor, but that's another story) and it was really okay. The lab techs were incredibly kind, pleasant, attentive, and accomodating. I feel like crying just thinking about it. There was a nice hum to the machine, sort of a relaxing white noise, they talked to us in low, soothing voices, gave us plenty of time to make decisions and do what we needed to do, advocated for us, the lights were dim, there was a fan circulating cool air, they brought us warm blankets and bottles of water, and they arranged the uncomfortable chairs to try to make it more comfortable for us, propping pillows behind us and beneath our legs. I felt so very cared for. And then they thanked me
-- for what, I don't know. All I was doing was tending to my daughter as best I could and trying to keep the trauma to a minimum. Anyway, that's the way hospital care should always
be. And so rarely is.