Criselle Ann. 21. aka Ann/ Crizy/ Kirk/Tish. Registered Nurse. eclectic. ironic. a little narcissistic. dreams to be content.



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Contrary to what it may seem like, no, this blog has not been abandoned. Ok so i'm back. What the hell, I don't even know where and how to start my babbling.

So what have I been up to anyway? Well for one, I've been delivering babies. Yep. Real live human babies. Honestly, never have I thought that one day I'd be saying something like that.. mainly because I've never really pictured myself taking this line of career back then. But that's another story. Right now I wanna talk about the human babies...

So it's true. Their heads really do get molded.. bent into ovoid shapes as they make their way out of their mother's you-know-what. For one second there, I pitied that very 1st baby coz I thought she had some kind of cranial abnormality because the top of her head was severely malformed. But realizing Anatomy and Physiology, I quickly remembered that "molding" was nothing but a normal mechanism which every baby undergoes to get out more easily. Their heads assume normal shapes later on. Yeah stupid me.

And also, I've been told on lectures that they shall look "blue" (or cyanotic) for the first few minutes of their lives in the outside world. And indeed they are.. literally blue that is. They don't look human at all.. they're rather more like how I imagined the mandrakes in the Harry Potter books. Or maybe like small aliens from some kind of obscure planet where people are blue. Not earthlings at all.

But then you bathe them, suction them, keep them warm and wrap them into small delicate bundles under the drop light and within 5 minutes they transform into fragile wonderful creatures. Not blue, but with the color of life, almost pinkish. Indeed, gifts from God Himself. Then a proud smile creeps across your face for being the one to help such a beautiful creation be brought to earthly life.

The mother on labor has another story though. She has the face of pain and sacrifice all throughout the process. When I was decked for the very first time, the blood drained from my face when the attending physician performed the episiotomy. He injected anesthesia and cut her perineal area so grossly like it was some kind of meat, like it was something he does each day. But then I had to get over that real fast and had to avoid fainting because there was some baby-catching to be done. Later, I delivered the placenta. The placenta! I delivered it! Then even later on I assisted with stitching her up. Surreal. What with all the blood all over the place. I definitely appreciate mothers more now.

My experience in the Delivery Room rotation was a memorable one. I feel so comfortable now with "Katorse", my RLE group (BSN III-4 grp. 14). We laugh most of the time, especially on those days when D.R. would be a drag and no one would give birth at all.

ann.screams.hearts.

brain cells worked
at around: 1:39 PM.