1/5 Amanda B. 7 months ago on Google
My
son
was
born
on
the
night
of
July
8th,
2016.
Entering
the
hospital,
I
was
doubled
over
with
contractions,
with
a
whole
waiting
area
full
of
people
watching
me,
but
the
woman
at
the
desk
remained
seated,
unbothered,
and
had
my
mother
fill
out
paperwork.
When
my
mother
had
to
ask
my
ssn,
I
glared
at
her,
and
the
woman
at
the
desk
thought
she
should
offer
criticism,
loudly
telling
me,
“she
is
JUST
trying
to
help!”
My
mother
knew
my
ssn
when
she
was
putting
utility
bills
in
my
name
without
my
consent,
but
couldn’t
come
through
when
I
was
in
active
labor—I
was
very
rightfully
angry,
and
I’m
still
baffled
as
to
why
the
woman
at
the
desk
thought
I
needed
to
be
chastised
more
than
I
needed
a
wheelchair.
After
I
stated
my
ssn
through
gritted
teeth,
in
front
of
many,
many
strangers,
I
was
finally
offered
a
wheelchair,
and
taken
back
to
a
triage
area.
I
was
vomiting
from
the
pain,
but
the
nurse
was
smiling
while
she
was
shooshing
me.
That
is,
until
she
stuck
her
hand
between
my
legs
and
realized
I
was
8cm
dilated.
I
was
taken
to
the
room
I
later
gave
birth
in,
and
had
a
blonde
nurse
that
kept
calling
me
“Sis”
while
she
was
looking
at
my
vagina.
I
felt
weird
about
that,
all
dozen
or
so
times
it
happened.
I
learned
that
my
doctor
was
out
of
town,
one
doctor
was
on
call,
and
there
were
3
other
women
in
labor.
So,
I
had
to
lay
on
my
side
with
a
wedge
between
my
legs,
and
my
bed
was
inverted
to
try
to
slow
down
my
labor.
That
didn’t
work
for
too
long
before
the
monitors
showed
my
son
was
throwing
D-cells.
Dr.
Alecia
Graves
delivered
my
son,
and
my
one
request
was
that
he
be
allowed
to
receive
his
cord
blood.
The
American
Academy
of
Pediatrics,
and
others,
have
recognized
the
benefits
of
delayed
cord
clamping.
Knowing
this,
I
was
puzzled
to
hear
Dr.
Graves
tell
me
very
pointedly,
“there
is
no
benefit
to
that.”
The
blonde
nurse
who
insisted
on
calling
me
“Sis,”
while
facing
my
vagina,
chimed
in
with
the
doctor
that
delaying
cord
clamping
was
pointless.
I
still
insisted,
and
was
barely
allowed
a
minute
delay,
while
the
doctor
“milked”
the
cord.
Doing
this,
“milking”
the
cord,
is
actually
counterproductive,
and
so
took
some
of
the
benefit
from
my
son.
This
part
of
the
experience
actually
bothers
me
the
most,
because
my
pregnancy
was
high
risk,
and
my
son
required
surgery
as
a
newborn
(at
5wks
old).
There
were
only
so
many
things
I
could
do
to
help
my
son,
and
allowing
him
to
receive
his
cord
blood
was
one
of
those
things
that
I
wanted
to
be
able
to
do
for
him.
Whether
Dr.
Graves
blatantly
lied
to
me,
or
she
was
simply
woefully
ignorant,
I’ll
never
know.
Regardless,
I’m
still
so
incredibly
disappointed.
Yes,
there
were
other
women
in
labor,
but
this
involved
a
matter
of
minutes,
with
the
potential
to
help
my
child
for
a
matter
of
years.
My
favorite
person
was
the
night
nurse
after
my
son
was
born,
and
that’s
really
because
she
brought
me
turkey
sandwiches.
I
was
starving!
However,
I
realized
that
she
hadn’t
really
explained
anything
to
me
when
the
nurse
that
relieved
her
the
next
morning
raised
her
voice
at
me
because
I
was
leaking
through
the
pads
and
ice
pack
between
my
legs.
Chastised,
again!
Compassion
would
have
gone
a
long
way
in
that
situation,
but
instead
I
was
made
to
feel
ashamed
that
I
didn’t
know
enough
about
the
aftercare
from
giving
birth.
Looking
back,
I
really
wish
that
one
of
them
had
explained
what
a
Sitz
bath
was,
because
I
didn’t
know
anything
about
that
until
I
was
out
of
the
hospital
and
read
about
it
on
my
own.
If
you’ve
read
this
far,
please
let
me
give
you
advice
I
wish
I
had
been
given:
seek
out
a
midwife.
Give
birth
in
the
care
of
someone
who
actually
cares,
who
will
care
for
you
and
your
child.
I
wish
that
I
had
been
empowered
and
supported
through
this
experience,
but
instead
I
look
back
at
the
greatest
moment
of
my
life
with
grief,
and
humiliation.
Quite
frankly,
I
feel
like
I
was
robbed
and
cheated
in
my
birthing
experience.
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