Monday, March 7, 2011

An Open Letter to the Nurse at Cedars Sinai Who Called Me a Failure

You couldn't have known how I had spent 6 months clearing that word out of my skin, my organs, my blood stream. Many women never fully recover from abuse, but I had made a good start. You could not have known how my watery appearance in your hallway was the culmination of many successes: a night and a day of natural labor, in and out of the birth tub, up and down the stairs, pacing in the shady parts of the street, and finally, I had reached that dreamy trancey state. Transition was easier for me than early labor. I felt awareness and sensation in my body, but absolute comfort as I drifted and floated in the ocean of my mind.

When the midwife told me I had three strikes, that my baby would need to be born at the hospital, I was calm. I have spent enough time with lambs to tell you that I went like a lamb. Innocent. I trusted her perfectly. I trusted God and the blessing I had received that morning that specifically mentioned my midwife's judgment. And I trusted my baby. Trust itself is a miracle.

It was this trust in my caregivers that allowed me to divert all my resources to the soul coming through me. I held onto the car handles, half-robed, and stared dreamily out the window at La Cienega Boulevard and Los Angeles blue skies, while everyone else worried about getting there in time. I was only half aware of their concern. I knew she wasn't going to come in the car. I knew her heart rate would remain steady.

You couldn't have known that because I was using all my resources to transition a soul from inside out, I had none left to protect myself. I had no shield to deflect your thoughtless words. And so they dropped like a clumsy rock into a still lake: no shore was left untouched by the ripples. If I had been hooked up to a biofeedback machine, I'm sure you would have seen gauges and needles spike or plummet. Even Dr. Chin commented on my apathetic pushing. "I'm going to give you one more chance. I know you can do better," he said.

You are lucky that Davi didn't hear you. My midwife, whose name means Goddess, who wears a turban and meditates 3 hours every day, probably would have punched you.

I'm sure it was nothing personal. You were probably just using the language someone trained you to use. And your tone of voice was probably just your tired feet talking. It was, in fact, almost 3 o'clock and time for a shift change.

My angel baby was born about 20 minutes after we arrived. No one bothered to look at the clock, so we guessed it was 3:19 p.m. She was a little blue form the cord around her neck, and cone shaped from the vacuum--which Dr. Chin did end up using--but perfectly healthy and normal in every way.

I immediately forgot about you as I latched her onto my breast. Skin to skin, everyone else disappeared.

And yet. For years afterward I found myself having imaginary conversations with you. "I'm not a failed home birth, I'm a successful home birth transfer. Aren't all people who come to the hospital transferring from home at some point or another? Did I not have a natural, vaginal, peaceful birth?" This was useless.

I didn't write my birth story for years--I think because on some level, I did feel I had failed, and your words gave voice to those fears. I am not one to face things, so I continued arguing with you.

It wasn't until Phoebe was 3 years old, during a re-birthing meditation, that I got divine clarity about her birth. I now understand that I did everything exactly as I was inspired, my baby was born exactly how she needed to be born, and I had the exact experiences I needed to have. Not accepting this was my real failure.

And so I want to thank you, dear nurse, for being at the right place and the right time on your tired feet to teach me a lesson about forgiveness and success.



22 comments:

  1. beautiful. perfect. inspiring. thank you.

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  2. Oh Felice,
    The power of words is so strong. I wish all nurses and care providers knew this and honored women by choosing their words carefully. I am glad that you know you were a success! I love this post and your insights. Indeed you were inspired and you did awesome!

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  3. And that's why I didn't want to give birth in the hospital...I've been praying ever since I found that I'd have to, due to a midwife shortage in my area, that the nurses are kind to me.

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  4. LOVELY! And, OH! Forgiveness!!! What a beautfiul post! :)

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  5. That was inspired and speaks to the soul. Thank you for sharing these experiences.

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  6. Wow. Thanks for writing this. Beautiful.

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  7. I thank you for this, I am just four months out from a home-to-hospital, transfer, after 3 days laboring at home with ruptured membrains, not progressing even though this is my fourth child, I have had other natural births and this one was except for a little pitocin. My partner and my birth team just seem to hang up their gloves when we got to the hospital, and left my open to the whims of the staff, which meant yelling at me during my drug free transtion and pushing stages ... I still feel Robbed, I worked so hard, I knew what I was doing ( even if it's not what you wanted me to be doing) And you robbed me of my power and my birth of it's beauty ...But maybe one day

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  8. Amazing post. So beautiful. Love you.

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  9. Wow...this is beautiful. Thanks for sharing.

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  10. There is no doubt that your birth was a great success! Look at that baby - and the lovely momma face next to her. Congratulations on choosing forgiveness and the birth of your beautiful daughter.
    You're giving her a good example of wise womanhood.

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  11. Beautiful! One of the things I remember most from my hospital experience with my first birth (after arriving at the hospital at 9 cms) was a nurse the day after who said, "What were you THINKING, trying to have a home birth?"

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  12. What a beautiful post. Thank you so much.

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  13. Thanks for your comments. Kimberly, I will pray you get nice nurses, too. I actually had a few angel nurses after the delivery. They do exist. I hear the trick is to go in with gifts, and they'll be extra nice to you.

    Stephanie, I am so sorry. Forgiveness takes time. It took me 3 years. Just keep trusting God. The Atonement can heal all things.

    Love and Light.

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  14. So completely beautiful. I wonder if that nurse will ever read this. She needs to!

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  15. Hmm. You are making wonder. I didn't ever thinking of sending it. But now I think I might just mail it to the president of the hospital and the L & D department just for the heck of it. They probably won't respond, but Cedars is actually known for being a pretty progressive hospital as far as birthing goes. In the last few years they have gone to all in-room care (no nursery any more) and they have birth balls and stuff you used to have to bring yourself. They still have a way to go, but you never know--maybe it might change one nurses heart. Or language.

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  16. Beautiful! Thank you for the nice, warm cup of peace tonight ;)

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  17. Beautiful, thank you for sharing your beautiful & natural birth story ~~ pure inspiration ;-)

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  18. Gorgeous, beautiful, inspiring! Thank you so much for sharing thiswith all of us. :-)

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  19. Absolutely perfect, like your birth, life and the healing art of YOUR words:)
    What a kind heart you have and share.

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  20. Beautiful and so eloquently spoken. Everything is, indeed, as it is meant to be. It is so important that we verbalise our experiences as you have so we can educate those who do not know any better. Blessings to you and your family. Sat Nam

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  21. Deep ... inspiring ... thank you.

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  22. Beautifully written. It could have been written as a rant, even a rant that ends in forgiveness, but that wouldn't have nearly the clarity that this does. Thank you for sharing.

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