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I’d like to relay a story told to me by a colleague. Cialis professional no prescription It made me cry when I heard it and I thought it was both poignant and inspiring. Cialis professional no prescription And because credit must be given, cialis professional no prescription interspersed in the story will be the lyrics to “I Hope You Dance”, cialis professional no prescription written by Mark D. Cialis professional no prescription Sanders and Tia Sillers, cialis professional no prescription as sung by Lee Ann Womack.

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This was her last pregnancy.

She made sure of that.

Too many “mistakes” that had been terminated. Cialis professional no prescription A rough life on the streets. Cialis professional no prescription No money, cialis professional no prescription no job, cialis professional no prescription no friends or family. Cialis professional no prescription Young. Cialis professional no prescription Alone. Cialis professional no prescription Tiny and street smart, cialis professional no prescription she showed up in a metropolitan emergency room for sutures when she was eight months pregnant. Cialis professional no prescription Sliced her foot on a piece of glass. Cialis professional no prescription Other than listening for fetal heart tones, cialis professional no prescription her pregnancy was a side issue; small talk about where she would deliver and when.

The next time the nurse saw her it was in the middle of the night and she recognized her suture patient immediately.

Only she was no longer pregnant. Cialis professional no prescription In fact, cialis professional no prescription she had released the baby for adoption.

She stood at the desk sobbing.

(“I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance”.)

The nurse, cialis professional no prescription having been through it herself, cialis professional no prescription recognized post-partum depression before the patient finished her second sentence.

But there was more to it than that.

There was a hole in that patient’s heart as painful as the heaviness in her breasts that were still producing nourishment for the baby she no longer had.

(“Living might mean taking chances
But they’re worth taking”)

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(“Lovin’ might be a mistake
But it’s worth making”)

But complications ensued. Cialis professional no prescription The bonding time she expected was a hazy memory of post-anesthesia semi-amnesia and the heavy fog of pain medicine. Cialis professional no prescription She remembered seeing the baby and maybe even holding it, cialis professional no prescription but she wasn’t sure. Cialis professional no prescription The next thing she knew, cialis professional no prescription her baby was gone.

And she was kept on the floor with the other new mothers, cialis professional no prescription even being roomed with a woman who had happy visitor after happy visitor cooing over the baby in the next bed.

That night in the ER she was grieving. Cialis professional no prescription The sobs wracked her entire body. Cialis professional no prescription The nurse, cialis professional no prescription on an impulse, cialis professional no prescription reached out to hug her and held onto her for a long while.

She was young, cialis professional no prescription but she was one smart cookie. Cialis professional no prescription She had tried to obtain help for days before coming into the ER but hit a wall every time she tried.

For you see, cialis professional no prescription while there are hundreds of support groups for adoptive parents, cialis professional no prescription this particular metropolitan area had absolutely nothing for those mothers (and fathers) who had chosen to relinquish their babies. Cialis professional no prescription The nurse said it was hard to even find post-partum depression support groups in general, cialis professional no prescription let alone for birth moms.

Oh, cialis professional no prescription but there are many groups for adoptive mothers with post-partum depression.

I had no idea that even existed.

The nurse said she spent over an hour searching the internet.

Must have been a slow night.

(“Don’t let some hell bent heart
leave you bitter”)

The nurse waylaid the doctor before he got to the room and explained that not only was this patient in post-partum depression, cialis professional no prescription but was also experiencing a deep, cialis professional no prescription deep loss that the patient described as having a part of herself “ripped out”.

She didn’t expect the emotional fall-out. Cialis professional no prescription She didn’t expect the feelings of loss, cialis professional no prescription of grief.

Oh, cialis professional no prescription she knew she had made the right decision and had no intention of reversing it. Cialis professional no prescription The baby was in a far better place than the patient could ever have provided. Cialis professional no prescription In her innermost core she knew she had made the right decision, cialis professional no prescription but the cascade of disappointment in the birthing process combined with the cascade of hormonal changes post-partum made it hard to feel it.

(“When you come close to selling out
Reconsider”)

The nurse wanted to make sure the doctor understood what the patient was feeling. Cialis professional no prescription Not everyone understands, cialis professional no prescription or even believes in post-partum depression. Cialis professional no prescription She wanted to make sure the doctor would be supportive and not write the patient off.

He was and he didn’t.

The patient spent a few hours in the ER and was given a prescription for medication to help her sleep, cialis professional no prescription as it had been days. Cialis professional no prescription She went to the pharmacy.

In a horrible twist of fate, cialis professional no prescription the state screwed up and stopped the mandated post-partum coverage sooner than required. Cialis professional no prescription At 0400, cialis professional no prescription the pharmacy called the ER and said that the patient was not covered and could not tell us of any medication that was.

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A Visa number was given to the pharmacist. Cialis professional no prescription The patient received her medicine.

(“Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance”)

The nurse thought that was that. Cialis professional no prescription She had vacation coming and was gone for a couple of weeks.

When she came back, cialis professional no prescription there was a letter in her mailbox.

In that envelope was a letter of thanks, cialis professional no prescription two five-dollar bills……

…….and a photo of the most beautiful baby girl taken just after birth.

Cialis professional no prescription (“And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
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The letter wasn’t signed.

Something tells me that that gorgeous baby won’t only dance, cialis professional no prescription she’ll be a Prima Ballerina.

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14 Comments

  • Bob
    Bob

    May 25, 2006 at 5:54 am

    Whoa…


  • Shannon
    Shannon

    May 25, 2006 at 6:26 am

    Beautiful post. This is the kind of nurse I want to be. Compassionate. This nurse treated this woman as a human, instead of just a patient. She identified with her situation and didn’t once think of the womans history… she only thought of the womans feelings and THAT is what makes a nurse a NURSE. You not only “nurse” someone back to health, you “nurse” their soul. Stories like these are what inspire me to aim for greatness. Thanks so much for sharing.


  • Margaret
    Margaret

    May 25, 2006 at 8:36 am

    OK, I’m at work and this NOT a nursing job :-), so crying would definitely be inappropriate.

    Thank you for that story.


  • heartoftears
    heartoftears

    May 25, 2006 at 10:24 am

    I’ve been too close to this situation to think with any objectivity anymore. Adoption can be a wonderful thing, but it can also tear out the hearts of those parents who are willing to do what they believe is right. Thank you for taking a moment to remember that for one family to have a new baby through adoption, another family must be broken.


  • Manuela
    Manuela

    May 25, 2006 at 11:09 am

    As an adult adoptee… this absolutely ripped my heart out. I thought of my own birthmom… nearly 40 years ago… as she suffered through the same sort of grief and agony. And while she told herself she’d made the right decision, it didn’t stop her from suffering from decades of nightmares and depression…

    If there’s no support available for this young woman now… there will be even less as the years go by and she starts to question her decision. Which she will. Birthmoms go from being ‘noble’ and ‘smart’ at the time of relinquishment… for having made the right decision to give their children a better life. To soul-less pariahs as the words they hear turn to, “I could NEVER give up a bay! How could you give away your own flesh and blood.”

    Anyway… I am so incredibly grateful that this young woman had a wonderful nurse with such compassion, looking out for her. It’s likely all the support she will ever receive.


  • Alice
    Alice

    May 25, 2006 at 1:38 pm

    Thanks for the story, Kim. I am crying at the end of it.


  • Erica
    Erica

    May 25, 2006 at 5:17 pm

    Kudos to the nurse in your story, and to you for passing along the story. It can be all too easy to lose sight of the human side of emergency medicine. Some days all the technology in the world can’t heal like a simple touch or a hug, and blessed are they who remember that once in a while.


  • Carrie
    Carrie

    May 25, 2006 at 9:20 pm

    Beautiful story, Kim… Thanks for posting it. My heart really is breaking just reading it….


  • may
    may

    May 25, 2006 at 11:43 pm

    wow.

    and congratulations on the new blog:)


  • Dawn
    Dawn

    May 26, 2006 at 8:17 pm

    Thanks for this story Kim, it made me cry too. Touched very close to home.

    and to Heartoftears- Thank you also for your comment. As a birth mother (18 years ago next month) what you said is very true. You are so “smart and loving” to give your child for adoption UNTIL you have actually done it and then everything changes.

    Dawn


  • Dawn
    Dawn

    May 26, 2006 at 8:20 pm

    sorry- I meant to thank manuella for that comment and heartoftears for hers as well. It’s nice to know that some people actually do understand the plight of birth mothers and how hard it REALLY is and that some of us REALLY DO do it out of love for their children and wanting them to have a better life.

    Thanks again Kim.
    Dawn


  • Monika
    Monika

    May 29, 2006 at 6:34 am

    That was amazing. Thanks.


  • difficult patient
    difficult patient

    June 5, 2006 at 6:15 pm

    Ohhhhh, this one was hard to read. I was adopted, and I’ve written a little bit about it, but not much. Although I love my parents, I’ve often felt bitter towards my birth mom. I never really understood, and we never had the chance to meet and talk because she died in a car accident (drinking and driving–no seat belts) when I was three years old (I was adopted at three months). This really puts things into perspective for me . . . Thank you, Kim.


  • RoS
    RoS

    June 23, 2006 at 2:53 am

    I know I’m a bit late in responding to this post, but I just wanted to agree with everyone else…
    What a beautiful post. I can not imagine the courage it would take to know that you could not give your child the life he/she deserves, and to place them with someone who could.
    And that nurse. Wow. What an amazing woman. There are not too many people who are able to put judgement aside, and really see the person in front of them, and to give them what they need. That is the kind of person I aspire to be, not just as a health care professional, but in my day to day existence.


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