The nightmare continues

The doctors were good in puerto rico. I felt like they really cared and did know what they were talking about. They obviously were worried about what I thought. They would list off their training, where they went to medical school, etc.

The nurses. That was a little different. Pretty much no one spoke English. That made it difficult since we didn't speak Spanish. They apparently didn't get the blood borne pathogen memo since they were putting in IV ports and taking blood from me with no gloves and not washing their hands. At one point, my blood was getting on a nurse's hand and she wiped it off and finshed putting in the port. No handwashing after that. Hmmm. If she isn't worried about getting my cooties on her, what sort of cooties is she bringing into the room? But wait. There's more...

Nurses were helping me wipe my bowel movements (remember I am on total bed rest here) without wearing gloves and without washing up afterwards. In the meantime, I would wait up to 45 minutes on a soiled bed pan to get nursing help. This is ridiculous! Hubby began taking over bed pan duty. Let me say- I am the kind of girl that still closes the bathroom door when I pee. Now my husband is measuring how much pee is in the bed pan and helping me wipe feces off my butt. I always knew how much my hubby loved me. Now I KNOW in a way that is indescribable. I love him with all my being. I am so lucky he is here, by my side, taking care of me.

Back to the standards of care. They would often forget to change my IV or give me my medication so my husband had to be in charge of that too. The icing on the cake would be the daily baths. I was happy to have them, but the nurses would want to put me on the bare, stained mattress to clean me. Every time, it was a nightmare that would end in tears. I was convinced I was going to get some sort of virus or communicable disease here. I welcomed every temperature check to ensure I didn't have a fever. That meant I was still ok. And baby- she kept on just fine too. Heart beat good, movement. She was a fighter. I heard several times that girls are stronger than boys. No big surprise there, but it was nice to hear.

On Sunday morning, the doctor came in to see me. He was going on vacation the next week and wanted to discuss a possibility. Since my fluid had not reaccumulated, maybe I should consider getting back to the states now. If the fluid did reaccumulate, I would need to stay here until the birth. Just talking about the possibility of my baby surving made me feel good. Getting out of dodge? That was a good idea too. My health insurance company was closed but I would call them on Monday morning. I had discovered during the week that I had "air ambulance" coverage and my thoughts were that now would be a good time to collect on that.