It was Friday May
20th 1988. My husband picked me up from work at lunch
and we headed to the hospital to induce labor for our very first child. I was
two weeks over due and the doctor felt like it was time to do something. The joke at work was I was to have the baby on
Friday and be back to work on Monday. Needless to say we did not pull that off.
The oxytocin drip was started and the dosage kept being
increased in with no results. The monitor was showing contractions but I told
my husband, I felt like a worm was crawling on my belly. After a while the doctor came in and the decision was made to
procede with a C-section. That evening,
my beautiful baby girl was born. I remember hearing her cry until they placed
her in my husbands arms. He then was
allowed to carry her to the nursery while they closed my incision.
The events that
followed are a bit hazy so this is combined with what my family told me
happened after my daughter’s birth. My mom stayed with me the day after while
my husband ran some errands. She noticed
I was not perking up like she thought I should be. She even mentioned it to one of the nurses. The
nurse explained to her that I had just had major surgery, and that it was to be
expected. My mom told the nurse that she
did not understand. “This is not like my Mary Carol”. As hours passed, mom was becoming more and more concerned. On
Sunday evening, a nurse named Susan was assigned to me. Mom told Susan that something was wrong. This
was not like her daughter at all. Susan contacted the doctor on two different
occasions and requested that he come and check on me. Finally after the third call he came in and
ordered ortho blood pressure tests. Those
bottomed out and he followed up with an ultrasound that showed a bladder flap
hematoma the size of a softball. They
quickly slam dunked two units of blood in me and I was wheeled back in for
emergency surgery to remove the hematoma.
Concerned, Susan put a call into our church and requested prayer for me because
my life was in the balance. After surgery, I was then admitted to ICU for
several days. Days passed before I was moved to the step down unit and finally
able to go home with my baby girl.
After that experience in the hospital, I made the decision to
go back to school to obtain a nursing degree. I wanted to make a difference in
others people’s lives like Susan had made in mine. Susan saved my life! Had she not been persistent in calling the
doctor, I would have bled to death in that hospital.
Fast forward to May 15th, 2005
I was working as a nurse for a company that contracted with Hospices
in Iredell County
and several adjoining counties. Part of my job was to administer the IV pain
control via a patient controlled analgesic pump for their patients. This
particular day, I was setting up a lady in my own county. I got to the home,
rang the door bell. Her husband answered
the door. He welcomed me inside and I could hear her voice in the kitchen. I
knew that voice! She walked in the den
from the kitchen and her first words to me were, “I know you”. I laughed and said, funny you say that
because I recognize your voice but I don’t recognize your name. She smiled and
said, well, I’m Carol. I was your nurse
in ICU after your daughter was born.
In the following
weeks, I learned from Carol that when she found out she was getting an OB
patient in ICU, she tried to talk one of the other nurses that had OB
experience into taking me. She told me
she was scared to death when I came down from surgery because I was holding onto life by a toenail. She said she kept talking to me all thru the
shift telling me that I had better not die. I had a baby girl to take care of
now and that baby needed her momma. I thanked her many times for the difference
she made in my life. Needless to say, we became fast friends and I loved her
dearly during those short months of caring for her. Carol passed away from
ovarian cancer.
I will forever feel
blessed and thankful that God put these two wonderful nurses in my life.
So this is Nurses
week. Thank a nurse that has made a difference in your life.
Mary Carol Pons RN
Guest Blogger