Having spent quite a lot of time in the Royal Infirmary Edinburgh’s Simpson Centre before Alfie was born, I really want to share with you that it’s not all bad. I find people are always very quick to share their horror stories so I thought I would get in there with the opposite.
I was admitted very quickly after experiencing tightenings at 33weeks, and as they didn’t settle down it was clear we were in for the long haul ( even we didn’t anticipate just how long though!) I was relieved to arrive on 119 after a day in triage and a night on labour ward…it may seem a strange thing to say, but having been on this ward before I felt comfortable, and when my curtain opened in the morning and I was greeted by Norma my midwife I couldn’t have been happier. We met in January and I have to say she is what every midwife in my opinion should be. She takes time to talk and listen – she doesn’t mind coming in just for a chat when you feel down – and she is the most reassuring person I have ever met. I really looked forward to seeing her face at the start of the shift and she always made a point of coming in to say goodbye and give me a cuddle at the end of her shift!
Another diamond in the rough was a midwife called Helen who, like Norma, took an interest in me as a person and made time to check I was OK, not just to administer drugs, do a trace and fill in paperwork. I enjoyed many a chat with her sometimes about completely random things other times we did discuss my situation but every time she came in the room she made me feel like she had time, which I’m sure she didn’t, to really get to know me.
I hope anyone reading this who is lucky enough to get to 119. Look out for these ladies and say ‘hello’ …. I intend to write to the ward sister and point how much easier my stay was as in this day and age I feel people are too quick to only record their complaints.