Farrah was my nurse the morning that my routine induction became a traumatic birth experience with a placenta abruption. Everything happened so quickly that I had no clue how to process the whole 40 minutes to an hour that the swarm of medical professionals arrived in my room to when my baby was delivered, and the doctor told us that they spent much time resuscitating my daughter and were unsure if they were going to keep trying. My daughter was admitted to NICU, and my husband went with her, which meant I was alone and clueless as to what was happening to them while I was in the OR and then back in my room for recovery. This was my first pregnancy, and so I had no clue if this was a normal C-section by any means. People came in and out of my room, but it felt like a blur.

I remember Farrah being in the room with me, charting for some time. I'm not sure if that is the norm for your charting process, but her just being in the room with me without having to say anything made me feel less alone. As I was trying to process what had happened in the operating room, I asked Farrah if what I experienced was a normal C-section experience, and her answer was very much the validation I needed to feel like I wasn't out of my mind. As a patient, you often feel like you're just a number to these nurses, a part of their job. It's probably part of their bedside manner/care that they are nice to you and show you some empathy. You also think that once your nurse leaves for the day or the patient moves to a different department, you are out of sight, out of mind. However, Farrah came to visit me on her own time the next day in Postpartum Recovery to check on me and ask how my baby was doing. It may not seem like much, but to me it meant the world. Thank yo,u Farrah.