I arrived into Balfate (the county where the hospital is located) late Friday evening. For whatever reason, I didn't get a lot of good sleep that first night. And sleep is what I really needed after a very long day in the city. I woke up at 3am, and then wasn't able to really fall back to sleep until 6. About two hours later, the head of nursing comes knocking on my front door saying someone was in labor and they needed a pediatric nurse in case there were any complications with the baby. It isn't routine for the hospital to do births, but the midwife didn't want to turn her away because she was so far into labor.
There are two things I should make known: 1) pediatric nurses do NOT help deliver babies, in fact, pediatric nurses rarely take care of babies younger than 8 days old and 2)I have never seen a delivery much less helped out with one.
There I am, standing in the room, with no idea about what is about to happen, or how I should respond to whatever does happen. Within probably 10 minutes of my arrival, and baby girl is delivered. I'm soon handed this beautiful, small child...and I have no idea what to do with it. All I want to do is take vital signs and do a full assessment, but I just froze. Thankfully one of the doctors leaned over and started telling me things to do. Apparently my instinct to take a full set vitals was a miss:)
There is nothing like getting thrown in to learn how to swim. :)