Marie, Stafford VA (1/4)
"My son was born via emergency C-section, which was scary enough, but he also had tremors and ended up staying in observation at the NICU for four days. What the medical staff wasn’t telling us is that they thought I was a heroin addict and he was going through withdrawal. So every 12 hours, the shifts changed, the communication was poor, and it was about 18 hours before we were able to see a doctor and know why he was hooked up to all the machines. Some of the nurses were harassing me about the pain pills. They kept asking ‘Are you sure you need them?’ and I was like, ‘Why do they keep asking about it? Yeah, I’m in pain, you just cut me open!’ Instead of also seeing me as a patient, they only really focused on his health. Which is great, I mean, if it had to be one or the other, obviously, he’s number one. But because of the confusion, by the time we got home, I felt like I was not competent. I was paralyzed. What really helped was having my mom with me for the first week. She cooked for us and was there to remind me that there’s no right or wrong way. You just have to do it. After all the confusion at the hospital, she was the voice of reason."