I don't post much but am a constant lurker 
Wanted to share a quick version of my story, and let you all know that there ARE some good hospitals out there...
So, Tuesday night, DS (17 months) and I were visiting my parents like we always do when DH goes out fishing. Out of nowhere, my parents' dog goes after DS and bites him in the face. Badly. I held my wits, go everything under control and we're off to the hospital in the ambulance. Get right into a room in the ER, waiting for plastic surgery, DS only wants momma and booby, but, can't have any. The nurses ask if I need anything. I say, a breast pump. Within, and I am not kidding, 2 minutes, they have a pump for me. We wheeled it around with us to the preop holding area, into the waiting room while DS was in surgery. I pumped right there in the middle of the night. No one said a thing. Get to the children's floor/area (Barbara Bush Children's Hosp at Maine Med) and they were all so helpful, told me to nurse him ASAP, get him all those good nutrients. He nursed the whole night, and since he was sucha good nurser, we got to go home early. They even said "who would want this cream of wheat they sent when he could have yummy mama's milk?" (he's on a liquid / soft diet for a while...). The stored my breastmilk, made sure to pack it on ice for me when we left, commended me for nursing my toddler and commented on how calm and peaceful he was.
So, amidst my horrible trauma, it was nice to have support. I was a little leary, thinking I would get strange looks or "you're STILL nursing" comments. Nothing but support, which is what I really needed.
thanks for letting me share.
Wanted to share a quick version of my story, and let you all know that there ARE some good hospitals out there...
So, Tuesday night, DS (17 months) and I were visiting my parents like we always do when DH goes out fishing. Out of nowhere, my parents' dog goes after DS and bites him in the face. Badly. I held my wits, go everything under control and we're off to the hospital in the ambulance. Get right into a room in the ER, waiting for plastic surgery, DS only wants momma and booby, but, can't have any. The nurses ask if I need anything. I say, a breast pump. Within, and I am not kidding, 2 minutes, they have a pump for me. We wheeled it around with us to the preop holding area, into the waiting room while DS was in surgery. I pumped right there in the middle of the night. No one said a thing. Get to the children's floor/area (Barbara Bush Children's Hosp at Maine Med) and they were all so helpful, told me to nurse him ASAP, get him all those good nutrients. He nursed the whole night, and since he was sucha good nurser, we got to go home early. They even said "who would want this cream of wheat they sent when he could have yummy mama's milk?" (he's on a liquid / soft diet for a while...). The stored my breastmilk, made sure to pack it on ice for me when we left, commended me for nursing my toddler and commented on how calm and peaceful he was.
So, amidst my horrible trauma, it was nice to have support. I was a little leary, thinking I would get strange looks or "you're STILL nursing" comments. Nothing but support, which is what I really needed.
thanks for letting me share.
