Here in my state, you have the right to refuse any and all treatments offered to you or your children in the hospital. I don't know if it's a universal/federal deal, but it is how it is here.
So last night, I had the interesting experience of taking care of a set of brand new parents who refused everything. I mean everything. Mom was not tested for GBS (a bacteria that can cause fatal sepsis in the newborn), hepatitis (which can also be passed on during delivery) or rubella (which can cause mental retardation), which are all standard parts of prenatal care.
They also refused ultrasounds on the baby, except to determine gender. Because dad had read somewhere that the sound waves can cause developmental delays. Based on a study done on the cell division in mice. Having done some googling, it looks like the study itself admits that there is need for further investigation, and that they themselves cannot formally correlate anything to human babies. They finally agreed to one when the mom's fundal height at 34 weeks didn't correlate with the baby's age, which is a sign of IUGR, just to make sure the baby wasn't severely undersized.
While in labor, according to the notes, mom wanted IV pain medication, but didn't want an IV in place. Sorry hon, but they are not going to inject directly into a vein every time you need some fentanyl. Multiple breaks in the skin are just asking for infection risk. Or you'd look like a heroin addict.
When the baby is born, they refuse the "eyes and thighs," which means erythromycin eye ointment, a Vitamin K shot, and the Hep B vaccine. Ok. Here's my beef with this particular issue. I understand refusing the eye ointment if you are certain that mom does not have any dangerous vaginal bacteria (like GBS). I'm totally fine with that. But since they refused GBS testing, and GBS can cause blindness, it seems like a foolhardy risk to take. If they'd tested mom for GBS and she was negative, sure. Skip the eye goo. I'm not sure why they refused the Vitamin K. Probably to avoid the baby being poked. Again, it's their right to refuse things, but the baby had a rather large cephalohematoma. I would be *so* worried about continued bleeding into the space because of lack of clotting factors. And of course, the vaccine refusal was related to autism risks. Don't even get me started.
They refused the jaundice test. They said if the baby turns yellow, they'll just put it in the sun for awhile. She's a small baby, not eating very well, with a hematoma. Jaundice can cause brain damage if it's untreated, and this baby had so many of the risk factors for it.
They also refused the newborn screening which tests for treatable but possibly fatal metabolic and endocrine diseases, like the inability to digest milk sugar. Wouldn't you want to know if your baby could get brain damaged by breastfeeding?!
In addition they refused the hearing screening. I guess also because of dad's fear of sound waves? This is the most benign test we do. We put squishy rubber headphones on the baby and little sticky wires on the forehead and measure what the brain does in response to sound. It takes 15 min and the baby stays asleep through the whole thing.
I guess the thing that baffles me about all this, is why bother coming to the hospital in the first place if you don't want anything the hospital provides? I will defend people's right to make their own choices in medical care, but it would be *nice* if they were based on reality and sound scientific fact rather than "shit I read on the internet."
When you come to the hospital armed with information from Dr Google, while categorically refuting everything an actual MD tells you, it does not look good for you as a rational human being.
And when your stubbornness could impact the health of your baby.... ooooh not good. I just hope that the things they take for granted (the baby won't get an eye infection, the baby's hearing is just fine, the baby doesn't have any metabolic disorders, the baby will not become jaundiced) end up being true. They have a really sweet baby.
But for me, it seems so bizarre to refuse testing/treatment on the remote chance they may cause problems, when the chances are fare more likely that refusing these things will lead to problems.
It would be like spending all your money on alien-proofing your home, while neglecting to put locks on the doors. Sure, there's a *possibility* that ETs will invade your house, but it's far more likely that someone will waltz right in and steal your TV.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
New dads are great....
Last night was a fairly strange shift for me. I was on committee for most of it, to finish up some computer-based training. Then I hung out in the nursery to help out a little, because we had 4 babies under bili lights and one on the blanket. It's too much for one nurse to handle, especially when they're screaming at the same time.
Around 0530, I finally took an admission, and then another around 0630.
The latter one was a c/section, first baby. Mom, understandably, not moving around a whole lot. I got them settled, and told them to call me if they needed any help. At 0700, when I'm giving shift report, I go into the room with the oncoming nurse.
I see a light on in the bathroom, hear water running, and don't see the baby's crib anywhere. I poke my head in the bathroom, and dad is trying to change the diaper.
He has obviously never changed a diaper before. He's wearing gloves (cute! lol), wiping haphazardly. He's trying to dodge the baby's kicking feet, which have poop on them. There is poop everywhere.
I try to suppress a grin as I ask him if this is his first-ever diaper change, and if he needs some help.
I clean the baby's feet, and show him how to do the one-handed grip to keep them from spreading the mess. He didn't set up any wipes ahead of time, so pretty much I started from scratch trying to explain the process.
He told me he didn't want to call for help because he knew he'd have to be able to do it when he got home. I told him that we are there to teach, and that our job is to make sure they can take care of the baby:
"You can do it by trial and error if you want, but it's generally easier to just learn from someone who's already made the errors...."
Around 0530, I finally took an admission, and then another around 0630.
The latter one was a c/section, first baby. Mom, understandably, not moving around a whole lot. I got them settled, and told them to call me if they needed any help. At 0700, when I'm giving shift report, I go into the room with the oncoming nurse.
I see a light on in the bathroom, hear water running, and don't see the baby's crib anywhere. I poke my head in the bathroom, and dad is trying to change the diaper.
He has obviously never changed a diaper before. He's wearing gloves (cute! lol), wiping haphazardly. He's trying to dodge the baby's kicking feet, which have poop on them. There is poop everywhere.
I try to suppress a grin as I ask him if this is his first-ever diaper change, and if he needs some help.
I clean the baby's feet, and show him how to do the one-handed grip to keep them from spreading the mess. He didn't set up any wipes ahead of time, so pretty much I started from scratch trying to explain the process.
He told me he didn't want to call for help because he knew he'd have to be able to do it when he got home. I told him that we are there to teach, and that our job is to make sure they can take care of the baby:
"You can do it by trial and error if you want, but it's generally easier to just learn from someone who's already made the errors...."
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Awww. *gush*
I've been taking care of a particular family for 4 nights now, and they've been through a lot (mainly jaundice/bili lights hell).
Last night they bought ice cream for the unit. Really sweet of them. I am a sucker for ice cream. It's always cool when patients give us snacky-things.
But tonight was the first time I've had a letter written to me. The dad handed it to me, in an envelope made of a sheet of printer paper held together with paper tape lol.
Dear PurpleRN,
Thanks for all the care, support and guidance that you extended during the most anxious and memorable time. We truly appreciate your dedication
- [family]
I'm feeling super good right now. It's a nice thought to fall asleep to.
Last night they bought ice cream for the unit. Really sweet of them. I am a sucker for ice cream. It's always cool when patients give us snacky-things.
But tonight was the first time I've had a letter written to me. The dad handed it to me, in an envelope made of a sheet of printer paper held together with paper tape lol.
Dear PurpleRN,
Thanks for all the care, support and guidance that you extended during the most anxious and memorable time. We truly appreciate your dedication
- [family]
I'm feeling super good right now. It's a nice thought to fall asleep to.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Gah. Circumcision rant again.
So I had this unfortunate baby yesterday that was born by vacuum-assisted C-section after a failed vacuum-assisted vaginal delivery. Apparently he got good and stuck.
After a vacuum delivery, it's pretty common for the baby to have a good-sized circle of bruise on the head (like a giant hickey) where the suction cup was placed.
This poor kid had actual scabbing and exudate (ie, "goo) on his head around the edges of the bruise. I'm guessing they tried too hard with the vacuum and broke the skin.
So naturally, the kid is kinda grumpy and fussy. His head hurts.
Then the parents decide to get him circ'd. This poor baby was inconsolable. I would be two if I was hurting from both ends. I wish someone would've tried to convince them to at least wait until his head was healed up a bit.
I ended up calling the NICU on-call doc to beg for a tylenol order for the kid. He was finally able to sleep for a whole hour and a half at least. That's all the sleep he got during my 8 hour shift. And they only gave a one-time order :(
Then I had some parents last night who asked about getting their son snipped and when they should do it. My brain immediately went "Never!" but I told them that if they can wait 24 hours until he has a chance to improve breastfeeding, it'd go better for them. Mom's a c-section, she'll be here a couple days. No skin off their back.
And then I go to change the kid's diaper. Poor thing has a mostly-buried penis. I think if they get him snipped, there won't be much of anything left! We'll see how things are when I go back tonight, if they've done it or not yet.... Mom seemed a little on the fence about it. Fingers crossed for them.
According to the latest data, only ~35% of West Coast babies are circ'd now ( http://www.cirp.org/library/statistics/USA/ ). It'd be nice if we could get it a little lower...
After a vacuum delivery, it's pretty common for the baby to have a good-sized circle of bruise on the head (like a giant hickey) where the suction cup was placed.
This poor kid had actual scabbing and exudate (ie, "goo) on his head around the edges of the bruise. I'm guessing they tried too hard with the vacuum and broke the skin.
So naturally, the kid is kinda grumpy and fussy. His head hurts.
Then the parents decide to get him circ'd. This poor baby was inconsolable. I would be two if I was hurting from both ends. I wish someone would've tried to convince them to at least wait until his head was healed up a bit.
I ended up calling the NICU on-call doc to beg for a tylenol order for the kid. He was finally able to sleep for a whole hour and a half at least. That's all the sleep he got during my 8 hour shift. And they only gave a one-time order :(
Then I had some parents last night who asked about getting their son snipped and when they should do it. My brain immediately went "Never!" but I told them that if they can wait 24 hours until he has a chance to improve breastfeeding, it'd go better for them. Mom's a c-section, she'll be here a couple days. No skin off their back.
And then I go to change the kid's diaper. Poor thing has a mostly-buried penis. I think if they get him snipped, there won't be much of anything left! We'll see how things are when I go back tonight, if they've done it or not yet.... Mom seemed a little on the fence about it. Fingers crossed for them.
According to the latest data, only ~35% of West Coast babies are circ'd now ( http://www.cirp.org/library/statistics/USA/ ). It'd be nice if we could get it a little lower...
Monday, June 13, 2011
50 Things Your Nurse Won't Tell You....
I was contacted recently by a writer for Reader's Digest who was putting together one of their famous "50 things" lists. She found me through a comment I posted to one of Head Nurse's blogs ( http://head-nurse.blogspot.com/2011/04/last-minute-request-for-minions.html ) back in April.
Apparently she liked my quip, "I may not decide whether or not you need an injection, but I do decide the gauge of the needle involved..." and decided to ask for some more ideas for the project.
I won't share any of them here, of course. That would ruin the article.
But the request got me thinking. It was actually really hard to come up with good "sound bites" within the topic, because, as a nurse, I live for telling my patients things.
Nurses are educators and advocates, and one of the keys to our job is keeping our patients well-informed. Communication skills are right up there with "how to take vital signs" in the list of important things we need to do.
So I answered the topic more along the lines of "Things Your Nurse Wishes You Knew" or "Things Your Nurse Wishes She Could Tell You" with a bit of a twist in the wording.
I'm very curious to see how the article comes out.
Also curious what my readers (all 4 of you lol) would write for this topic? Anything you really wish your patients knew? Or that you'd never tell them?
Apparently she liked my quip, "I may not decide whether or not you need an injection, but I do decide the gauge of the needle involved..." and decided to ask for some more ideas for the project.
I won't share any of them here, of course. That would ruin the article.
But the request got me thinking. It was actually really hard to come up with good "sound bites" within the topic, because, as a nurse, I live for telling my patients things.
Nurses are educators and advocates, and one of the keys to our job is keeping our patients well-informed. Communication skills are right up there with "how to take vital signs" in the list of important things we need to do.
So I answered the topic more along the lines of "Things Your Nurse Wishes You Knew" or "Things Your Nurse Wishes She Could Tell You" with a bit of a twist in the wording.
I'm very curious to see how the article comes out.
Also curious what my readers (all 4 of you lol) would write for this topic? Anything you really wish your patients knew? Or that you'd never tell them?
Thursday, June 9, 2011
A short happy :)
This happened a couple weeks ago, but I just remembered it and it made me smile.
[Setting - almost end of shift]
Patient: Will my next nurse be as nice and helpful as you?
Me: [laugh and grin] Nope. I'm the best one here! All the others are terrible!
Patient: You really are the best one here. I hope you're coming back again tomorrow.
Makes a girl feel good at the end of the day....
[I would *never* actually downsell my colleagues. I work with an amazing bunch of nurses! It's really nice that we have each others' backs, and we always try to upsell the oncoming shift when we do handoff in the room]
[Setting - almost end of shift]
Patient: Will my next nurse be as nice and helpful as you?
Me: [laugh and grin] Nope. I'm the best one here! All the others are terrible!
Patient: You really are the best one here. I hope you're coming back again tomorrow.
Makes a girl feel good at the end of the day....
[I would *never* actually downsell my colleagues. I work with an amazing bunch of nurses! It's really nice that we have each others' backs, and we always try to upsell the oncoming shift when we do handoff in the room]
Saturday, April 23, 2011
A short rant about communication skills.
In a hospital setting, good communication is crucial. It can literally be a life or death issue. And even in the cases where it is not, a lack of communication can seriously Fuck Up Your Night.
Last night I was assigned to work in the Overflow Unit, a section of rooms in Pediatrics where we put the Moms that don't fit on the main unit.
I was originally assigned 3 patients, but one of them was halfway out the door. I just had to finish the last of the discharge paperwork and snip off the baby's security tag. Okay, cool. Down to two.
The Break Relief nurse told me to get Room X ready, because I was going to get the next admission. Didn't tell me the name, or when she delivered. I had to do some sleuthing and guess-work to figure out who was the next likely candidate. Okay, fine. It happens.
Then I get a call from L&D asking if Room Y was clean for my new admission. I explained that X was clean and ready, because that's what I'd been told to set up. She said "Right, pt A is going into room X, but she's not ready yet. Pt B is going into room Y." Huh? Who is pt B? "Also, make sure room Z is clean as well." (apparently for the other nurse on overflow with me).
So we scramble to get Y ready, and call housekeeping to clean Z (where I'd DC'd my other patient from). I'm trying to read up on my incoming patients when all of a sudden I see the room number for incoming-patient-B switch from L&D to the Main Floor, not Overflow as expected. Huh?
Apparently one that *they* were expecting was not doing well, and being kept in L&D longer, so they decided to move my patient to the main unit and give me the next one that came along.
It's 0445 when Patient A shows up, strangely lacking her baby. Apparently he was cold and they kept him under the warmers for a bit? Her husband was strange, maybe Asperger's? Obsessed with taking photos ("the lighting in here is terrible, and the white sheets are washing out the picture") while mom was clearly exhausted. Got her settled (the other nurse's patient came in while this was happening) and finally got to go on my break at 0520.
Back from break at 0550, got a 10-minute head's up, and then my New Patient B came to the floor. Did I mention I had 6am meds to give on practically everyone? Got B settled, managed to pass my meds mostly on time and waited for the Day Shift to arrive and rescue me.
And not *once* did my Charge call us to let us know what was going on. I had to call her. I understand what it's like to be busy as Charge. I used to do it on Tele. It sucks when you've got admits on all sides. But I made *sure* to call my nurses and let them know "You've got Mr Smith coming in, he's going into room 1234" as soon as I figured it out. There is nothing more unsettling to me than getting a call from the other unit going "Is the room ready?" and you having to ask "Which room and for what patient?"
I cannot handle not being kept in the loop. And I know that the Charge Nurse knows that this stuff is going on; she's the one making the decisions about who goes where. She changes the information on the L&D "Chalkboard" on the computer, but I am not sitting in front of that screen all shift waiting for information to pop up.
It is *not* that hard to call me and say "Miss Jones delivered at 0100, she'll be going into room 4321" It takes 30 seconds, and makes my night run sooooo much smoother. I know it's doable.
Apparently word got to the Charge that I was not happy, and at the end of shift I got an apology/excuse but no reassurance that it won't happen again.
Looking at what I've just wrote, I realize this is not a short rant. It is a long rant, and for that I am sorry. I just value thorough communication :)
Last night I was assigned to work in the Overflow Unit, a section of rooms in Pediatrics where we put the Moms that don't fit on the main unit.
I was originally assigned 3 patients, but one of them was halfway out the door. I just had to finish the last of the discharge paperwork and snip off the baby's security tag. Okay, cool. Down to two.
The Break Relief nurse told me to get Room X ready, because I was going to get the next admission. Didn't tell me the name, or when she delivered. I had to do some sleuthing and guess-work to figure out who was the next likely candidate. Okay, fine. It happens.
Then I get a call from L&D asking if Room Y was clean for my new admission. I explained that X was clean and ready, because that's what I'd been told to set up. She said "Right, pt A is going into room X, but she's not ready yet. Pt B is going into room Y." Huh? Who is pt B? "Also, make sure room Z is clean as well." (apparently for the other nurse on overflow with me).
So we scramble to get Y ready, and call housekeeping to clean Z (where I'd DC'd my other patient from). I'm trying to read up on my incoming patients when all of a sudden I see the room number for incoming-patient-B switch from L&D to the Main Floor, not Overflow as expected. Huh?
Apparently one that *they* were expecting was not doing well, and being kept in L&D longer, so they decided to move my patient to the main unit and give me the next one that came along.
It's 0445 when Patient A shows up, strangely lacking her baby. Apparently he was cold and they kept him under the warmers for a bit? Her husband was strange, maybe Asperger's? Obsessed with taking photos ("the lighting in here is terrible, and the white sheets are washing out the picture") while mom was clearly exhausted. Got her settled (the other nurse's patient came in while this was happening) and finally got to go on my break at 0520.
Back from break at 0550, got a 10-minute head's up, and then my New Patient B came to the floor. Did I mention I had 6am meds to give on practically everyone? Got B settled, managed to pass my meds mostly on time and waited for the Day Shift to arrive and rescue me.
And not *once* did my Charge call us to let us know what was going on. I had to call her. I understand what it's like to be busy as Charge. I used to do it on Tele. It sucks when you've got admits on all sides. But I made *sure* to call my nurses and let them know "You've got Mr Smith coming in, he's going into room 1234" as soon as I figured it out. There is nothing more unsettling to me than getting a call from the other unit going "Is the room ready?" and you having to ask "Which room and for what patient?"
I cannot handle not being kept in the loop. And I know that the Charge Nurse knows that this stuff is going on; she's the one making the decisions about who goes where. She changes the information on the L&D "Chalkboard" on the computer, but I am not sitting in front of that screen all shift waiting for information to pop up.
It is *not* that hard to call me and say "Miss Jones delivered at 0100, she'll be going into room 4321" It takes 30 seconds, and makes my night run sooooo much smoother. I know it's doable.
Apparently word got to the Charge that I was not happy, and at the end of shift I got an apology/excuse but no reassurance that it won't happen again.
Looking at what I've just wrote, I realize this is not a short rant. It is a long rant, and for that I am sorry. I just value thorough communication :)
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