Saturday, August 04, 2007

Newborn Nursry

Newborn nursery has to be one of the most delightful months of residency. It's a happy day, every day. Well, more or less. It's nice to be in the nursery again. Now that I've had 2 year of pedi under my belt. I finally know what's normal, and what's not. I finally feel like I have a little authority/insight when talking to new parents about how to parent.

As I was examining a kiddo yesterday, it dawned on me that I was the first physician to ever examine this new human. I was the first physician to listen to his heart. I was the first physician to look in his eyes (not that you can see much at this age). The first to feel his femoral pulses. The first to make sure his hips were normal. The first to make sure his back was straight. There's a sense of responsibility that goes along with being the first physician to examine a patient. And then, when I told the mom that his exam was completely normal, I had this sense of responsibility wondering what would it mean if I had missed something on my exam... Who would catch it? (Well, likely the attending)...

I almost did battle with a nurse yesterday. I find L&D nurses can be extremely judgemental-passing judgements left and right about parents and their capabilities to raise children. It's pretty gross really. I almost feel like unless the parents are middle-upper class, English speaking caucasians who kiss ass to the fucking nurses, the nurses tend to have less than favourable opinions about the parents. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a (total) saint, I don't believe that just because you have a pulse means that you will be a decent parent, but I'm all for giving the benefit of the doubt. It's my job as a pediatrician to help these new parents (and all parents) be as successful as possible in raising happy, healthy children. Being a good parent has nothing to do with money, or with the ability to speak the national language. I looked at this nurse, and thought of how my brothers and I were raised, and I think we turned out ok. (Certain sister-in-laws may feel different). I was embarrassed for this nurse. She doesn't have a fucking clue. And she doesn't deserve to be in the L&D ward.

B