By Nomzamo Gwebu
When I arrived at Filabusi General Hospital in December 2015, I could not walk or even stand on my own. I was put in a wheelchair and taken into the ward. I was losing a lot of blood. I was four months months pregnant at the time.
The nurses wanted to check whether I was experiencing a miscarriage or it was something else.
I was touched by the attention that the nurse gave me. She reassured me that everything was going to be fine. She helped me to stand up as she was conducting some physical checks. The results confirmed that I had experienced a miscarriage. I was worried but the nurses kept telling me that I was going to recover from the problem.
I was taken to a ward for admissions. The nurses put me in a bed and Intravenous Therapy (IV) was administered. IV is a medical technique that delivers fluids, medications and nutrition directly into a person’s vein.
After a few hours I was taken to the theatre for Dilation and Curettage which is basically cleaning of the womb after a miscarriage. The nurses there were also very helpful. I signed the papers giving permission for the administration of an anaesthetic, a drug or agent that produces a complete or partial loss of feeling during an operation.
I did not even feel anything while they were cleaning my womb. I only woke up after an hour or so and all the pain had gone. I felt the difference from what I was feeling the time I got to the hospital. I was thankful for the efficient service I had received.
I was then admitted at the hospital for four days. All the nurses who attended to me did their best to help me. At night they would check on me and give me medicine for the headache. The drips were always filled and I felt comfortable and relaxed. The nurses would take their time to talk to me, asking me how I was feeling.
I was really touched by the professional conduct of the nurses. Although I had undergone a traumatic experience of losing pregnancy, the nurses did a lot to comfort and restore me.
In the morning we were given warm water to bath. The food was well prepared and served properly. Even the blankets were kept clean. I was monitored day and night to make sure that nothing would go wrong.
On the fifth day, a nurse asked me if was ready to be discharged. I was feeling better and I told her that I was ready to go home.
I really appreciated the hospital and the work they do to save my life. So I concluded that nurses are essential in every community. Their work must be recognized and appreciated.