The hospital was recommended by my sister-in-law as she used it for the birth of her first child, she swore that they took good care of her and since she wanted the best for her niece or nephew, she suggested I go there. But her story is different from mine, my first instinct is that the staffs were unusually cold and they lack empathy, but that was okay until….
I went for scan 19 weeks into my pregnancy, the ultrasound technician pressed my tummy with uncomfortable force, and when I asked is everything okay, “Just look at the screen, it’s not for me to say if the baby is okay or not, talk to the nurse for results” he said detachedly. My husband held my hand as we watched the screen.
After the scan, we sat down waiting for our turn
“Next! Mrs Esinniobiwa” “How do you pronounce that” I corrected her, she picked up my record, then went ahead to read from it. “your baby has some sort of cyst, also called bilateral choroid plexus cysts.” she read out, she made a tssk tssk sound with her teeth.
“When can we see the doctor?” I asked “And is that all” I tried to keep myself from crying until I leave the hospital.
“Yes, that’s all. Uh….I almost missed this! It also says that you have a succenturiate placenta and that you have a velamentous umbilical cord insertion”
I was angry, the woman was uninterested but she really didn’t have to make it so obvious. I wrote down everything she told me with the intention of checking it all out.
I met with the doctor the next day and she was no better, she sounded cold and was in a rush, I had already wrote down some questions based on the research I did,
“Will I be needing C-section?” “Will my baby be fine” “What if the umbilical cord detaches?” “Is my pregnancy high-risk?”
“Listen! Your baby will be fine and no, you won’t be needing C-section”
“Your pregnancy is not high-risk either” her words which were meant to calm me down did nothing but increase my anxiety. She didn’t even assess the situation properly, she just went straight ahead to answer in a bid to calm me down and rush to wherever she was going.
Immediately I got out of the hospital, I made up my mind to change my hospital, from the ultrasound technician to the nurse and doctor, they all made me feel uncomfortable, my husband agreed.
And I was thankful to God that I did. I chose another hospital, a large general hospital and when I told the doctor my situation, I told her everything, the research I did and my fear. She listened attentively, and the expression on her face showed concern, I immediately felt everything will be alright. I was told my pregnancy was high-risk and was treated with much care, monitoring and respect. I felt safe and comfortable.
Early this year, I gave birth to my son vaginally, my pregnancy was carefully monitored and I had the privilege of being able to make calls to the doctor anytime I feel something is not right.
If you’re pregnant and you don’t feel comfortable about your hospital, your opinion is not respected or you aren’t just okay with their level of professionalism, you can try another hospital. Follow your gut instinct Mamalette! And you won’t regret it.