Residentials: Entry 3.
And then it finally happened when I was least expecting it to. I was scrubbed in for a normal delivery with a doctor, a few days ago and she allowed me to conduct most of it. I had merely witnessed it till now and the idea of actually doing it was terrifying. I literally pulled out the baby from the mother and later helped the doctor in finishing up the procedure.
I might not have mentioned in my earlier posts about the only aspect I loved in labor room: Baby care. We were given the opportunity to examine and record a few essential birth details. This was my only flicker of hope in the entire day since I enjoyed being with children and neonates ( medical term for babies less than 28 days old) were definitely the only people there who used to lift up my mood.
This time it felt even more special. I usually offer my little finger to the new born child and watch him/her cling on to it. Sometimes they just sleep off and you would feel miserable as you wake them up to measure the weight and stuff. The best part was all the effort involved in stopping the baby from crying. It was a mammoth task but still quite pleasurable. To hold life in my hands and to know that I was partly the involved in the birth of this child made me feel more responsible. It somehow made me feel important.
And this was the breakthrough i was looking for. It was at this sole moment where I realized that if I wanted to I could even try and find pleasure in something I most solemnly detested.
I was hoping for better days to come, literally, as night shift had ended and I had 13 deliveries to my name.
And then it finally happened when I was least expecting it to. I was scrubbed in for a normal delivery with a doctor, a few days ago and she allowed me to conduct most of it. I had merely witnessed it till now and the idea of actually doing it was terrifying. I literally pulled out the baby from the mother and later helped the doctor in finishing up the procedure.
I might not have mentioned in my earlier posts about the only aspect I loved in labor room: Baby care. We were given the opportunity to examine and record a few essential birth details. This was my only flicker of hope in the entire day since I enjoyed being with children and neonates ( medical term for babies less than 28 days old) were definitely the only people there who used to lift up my mood.
This time it felt even more special. I usually offer my little finger to the new born child and watch him/her cling on to it. Sometimes they just sleep off and you would feel miserable as you wake them up to measure the weight and stuff. The best part was all the effort involved in stopping the baby from crying. It was a mammoth task but still quite pleasurable. To hold life in my hands and to know that I was partly the involved in the birth of this child made me feel more responsible. It somehow made me feel important.
And this was the breakthrough i was looking for. It was at this sole moment where I realized that if I wanted to I could even try and find pleasure in something I most solemnly detested.
I was hoping for better days to come, literally, as night shift had ended and I had 13 deliveries to my name.
