I am soooo tired of babysitting drs and nurses who are supposed to be caring for my children. They went to school to learn their jobs, yet I have to do half the work for them. Kacie had her second sinus surgery yesterday. Even from the registration, I had a bad feeling about it. We had an appt to pre-register her at the hospital Wednesday at 3:00. They called me the day before and asked that we come in early, around 2:15. My husband took her and was there by 2:15...well, I called him at 4:35 and he was still waiting to be seen. He had just asked how much longer and they said about another hour. Finally they did the registration and we were told to be at the hospital by 7:30 Friday morning for surgery.
Thursday I got a call saying that we had been moved up on the list and to be at the hospital by 6:30 instead of 7:30. Great, not a problem. We got there on time and it was 10:30 before they even took her back to the prep room. 4 freaking hours...and the child wasn't allowed to have anything to eat or drink. Okay, well, that was fine...I didn't say a single word. I was calm and rational. I didn't want to make a scene before they took her back knowing they were responsible for her care. Finally they take her into surgery....
A couple of hours later, they come and get me to go see her in recovery. I asked if my husband can go too and they say no...only one parent. That pissed me off a little but I went on. When I saw her I saw that she had these string things hanging out of her nose. She didn't have those after the last surgery so I didn't know what they were. I asked the nurse and she told me that the dr had put stictches in her nose because he did much more extensive work this time. Well, finally she woke up from the anesthesia (at least partially) and they allowed us to move to another room where my husband could join us. Then I asked the nurse when the dr was going to talk to us and she said he had already talked to my husband and left. Now I was really pissed and I couldn't hold back any longer. I asked my husband if he said anything about the stitches and how long they needed to be in...also about when to continue the nasal washes...the dr didn't mention either. So, the nurse tells me that the stitches have to stay in until we see the dr next Wednesday. And not to start nasal washes until then. I demanded that she get the dr on the phone for me. She did so and I asked him how things went and stuff...he said everything was good. I asked why she needed stitches this time and he said she didn't have stitches. I asked what that was in her nose and he said packing. He said the recovery room nurse was supposed to remove the packing before she woke up. I also asked when to continue nasal washes and he said right away.
Well, by this time Kacie is wide awake when we finally get the nurse to come in and remove the packing that the nurse had thought was stitches. She screamed bloody murder. I asked to speak to the director of nursing. She finally came in and basically defended the nurses saying that the dr didn't leave orders like he should have. She showed me the chart and there were no orders written. I said fine...but if they don't have orders they should call the dr for them rather than making them up.
Am I over reacting here? If I had listened to the nurse, I would have thought she had stitches and that packing would have been in her nose for 6 days. Also, that would have been 6 days with no nasal washes. Kacie has an appt on Tuesday to see the CF dr and I can just imagine what she would have thought of me taking her in with her "stitches" in her nose... At one point I flipped out and told the dr on the phone that I would never walk back into that hospital. (Kacie's first surgery had been at an out patient surgery center)... The director of nursing as well as four other nurses were all standing around watching me and I knew I was going to lose it. I turned to the director of nursing, with tears running down my face and I grabbed her hands in mine and I looked her in the eyes and said "Listen, this may not be your problem, but I need you to sit down with me and just listen to what I have to say"... We sat down and I told her everything I was feeling. How it's so hard not to be able to trust people to care for your child...how if I am not constantly following them around, I don't know what might happen. I basically spilled my guts. I felt much better after that.
Finally they were ready to release her. I got her dressed, picked her up and immediately she began to vomit all over me...lol... I mean ALL OVER ME! I was drowned in old blood she had swallowed during surgery. It was terrible. So the nurse gave me a hospital gown to wear and said she'd push me in a wheel chair to the car so people would think I was a patient.... So we leave the hospital, me in a gown, holding Kacie who was completely dressed but had this huge bandage on her face, in a wheelchair through the parking lot...lmao.... What a way to end the day.
I am so sorry for this being so long...I feel better having vented even if no one reads it...lol.
Thursday I got a call saying that we had been moved up on the list and to be at the hospital by 6:30 instead of 7:30. Great, not a problem. We got there on time and it was 10:30 before they even took her back to the prep room. 4 freaking hours...and the child wasn't allowed to have anything to eat or drink. Okay, well, that was fine...I didn't say a single word. I was calm and rational. I didn't want to make a scene before they took her back knowing they were responsible for her care. Finally they take her into surgery....
A couple of hours later, they come and get me to go see her in recovery. I asked if my husband can go too and they say no...only one parent. That pissed me off a little but I went on. When I saw her I saw that she had these string things hanging out of her nose. She didn't have those after the last surgery so I didn't know what they were. I asked the nurse and she told me that the dr had put stictches in her nose because he did much more extensive work this time. Well, finally she woke up from the anesthesia (at least partially) and they allowed us to move to another room where my husband could join us. Then I asked the nurse when the dr was going to talk to us and she said he had already talked to my husband and left. Now I was really pissed and I couldn't hold back any longer. I asked my husband if he said anything about the stitches and how long they needed to be in...also about when to continue the nasal washes...the dr didn't mention either. So, the nurse tells me that the stitches have to stay in until we see the dr next Wednesday. And not to start nasal washes until then. I demanded that she get the dr on the phone for me. She did so and I asked him how things went and stuff...he said everything was good. I asked why she needed stitches this time and he said she didn't have stitches. I asked what that was in her nose and he said packing. He said the recovery room nurse was supposed to remove the packing before she woke up. I also asked when to continue nasal washes and he said right away.
Well, by this time Kacie is wide awake when we finally get the nurse to come in and remove the packing that the nurse had thought was stitches. She screamed bloody murder. I asked to speak to the director of nursing. She finally came in and basically defended the nurses saying that the dr didn't leave orders like he should have. She showed me the chart and there were no orders written. I said fine...but if they don't have orders they should call the dr for them rather than making them up.
Am I over reacting here? If I had listened to the nurse, I would have thought she had stitches and that packing would have been in her nose for 6 days. Also, that would have been 6 days with no nasal washes. Kacie has an appt on Tuesday to see the CF dr and I can just imagine what she would have thought of me taking her in with her "stitches" in her nose... At one point I flipped out and told the dr on the phone that I would never walk back into that hospital. (Kacie's first surgery had been at an out patient surgery center)... The director of nursing as well as four other nurses were all standing around watching me and I knew I was going to lose it. I turned to the director of nursing, with tears running down my face and I grabbed her hands in mine and I looked her in the eyes and said "Listen, this may not be your problem, but I need you to sit down with me and just listen to what I have to say"... We sat down and I told her everything I was feeling. How it's so hard not to be able to trust people to care for your child...how if I am not constantly following them around, I don't know what might happen. I basically spilled my guts. I felt much better after that.
Finally they were ready to release her. I got her dressed, picked her up and immediately she began to vomit all over me...lol... I mean ALL OVER ME! I was drowned in old blood she had swallowed during surgery. It was terrible. So the nurse gave me a hospital gown to wear and said she'd push me in a wheel chair to the car so people would think I was a patient.... So we leave the hospital, me in a gown, holding Kacie who was completely dressed but had this huge bandage on her face, in a wheelchair through the parking lot...lmao.... What a way to end the day.
I am so sorry for this being so long...I feel better having vented even if no one reads it...lol.