Showing posts with label hospital. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hospital. Show all posts

Friday, July 13, 2007

Hurry up and wait


Phew! What to expect when you go to a big, ugly hospital: to wait for a looooong time.

We called up the hospital yesterday evening, and the duty midwife asked P to come in for a check up. We arrived at around 18:00. It took around two hours to be seen - bear in mind that they were expecting us. The midwifery team appears to have no system at all apart from word-of mouth to let the duty midwife know what's happening. Lots of unsubtle pressure from several worried pregnant blokes finally produced action.

The midwife we saw was excellent (Marlene from The Seychelles), and recommended a check by the registrar. Cue a delay of more than four hours waiting for the doc. Once again, the individuals (registrar and senior registrar) were excellent, and once again they seem to have little or no system - people simply roll up and wander off, or faff about looking for missing or mislaid notes. I wonder how much time NHS staff spend simply looking for things, each other or waiting?

At about midnight, almost six hours since we turned up, the senior registrar admitted P to a ward for overnight observation. And guess what? Yup, this was the only time we had not brought the hospital bag with us. D'Oh!

Lessons to be learned: bring a book, bring the hospital bag, be prepared to wait.

The only other conclusion I draw is that the NHS is chronically lacking in management. My experience has been that the staff *never* do what they said they would do when they said they would do it. They *always* have an excuse or find someone or something to blame - and it really is a blame culture. Is the NHS the last bastion of "muddle-through management"?

At the end of all this, P was prescribed some medication, promised before noon today. At around 14:00 we gave up waiting, and the midwives gave up chasing the hospital pharmacy, asking me to call back later and come to the ward to collect it. The prescription is still nowhere to be found. What a surprise.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Home or Away?

The Great Home or Away debate continues to rage. Statistically it is slightly safer having a baby at home - though who gives a stuff for statistics when it's your child? Odds of thousands-to-one become 50:50 when it comes to a single instance. So far, it's Home. If things go Pete Tong, we can always rush to the hospital. By crikey I'm brave.

Home or Away? Number One, please David. http://www.petetong.com/ and http://www.itsallgonepetetong.com/, by the way.

Saturday, May 05, 2007

Bedside mannerisms

Maternity ward visit this morning, led by a relaxed and friendly midwife (Eileath, I think). She started her pitch by saying something like "Welcome to the scariest place in the world." Bedside manner not her strong point.

For me, the tour was about orientation: which floor of the hospital wing, where the rooms are and the high-dependency units are, what the machines do and the permissible visiting times.

For her, it's all about the anxiety, the unknown, dealing with the emotions. Is it friendly, are the staff good, How Will It Be?

The midwife finished the tour by speaking about pain management: "You won't know what's hit you." She might work on that bedside manner a little...

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Can you tell how bored I am?


Can you tell how bored I am? Visited www.prettypregnant.co.uk, with the usual dippy daisy lah-lah writing style. Best of all, they studiously avoid any real ballooners on the site, with all their pregnant women looking like Will o' the Whisps.


When we last went to the hospital, the woman in front of us was at something like 38 weeks with twins - for the second time (she had a frightened-looking partner in tow). And she was *enormous,* positively overhanging in defiance of gravity.


Don't see many bloaters like her on lovely pregnancy websites.