If you're looking for a positive or inspirational post, check back tomorrow, because this isn't it. We've been home from the hospital nearly two months now, and my impression of home nursing is as follows:
1. Sometimes they show up late.
2. Sometimes they don't show up at all.
3. Sometimes they sleep instead of caring for my son.
4. Sometimes they lie.
5. Sometimes they grind Cheerios and chocolate into the carpet of the nursery.
6. Sometimes they don't know how to use the equipment.
7. Sometimes they don't know what to do in the event of an emergency.
8. Sometimes they don't silence the alarms.
9. Sometimes they quit without two weeks notice.
10. Sometimes they call out right before their shifts -- like TONIGHT.
Don't get me wrong: we have had some very dedicated and talented nurses who have taken care of our son who we like very much. And we need them. We can't take care of him ourselves, at least not right now.
But there have been some not so good ones. And it is so weird to have your home be someone else's workplace. Talk about an invasion of privacy, especially at night. I can't wait for the day they are no longer needed. Until then we'll keep demanding the best because our son deserves better than he's getting.
So one or both of us will be up all night again tonight. At least there's no stranger here with us.
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