not a nurse, but here is how I annoyed my nurses when I had my son.
On the day of induction (for PIH) my son was not cooperating. Long story short by 10pm my dr. recommended a section...absolutely not what I planned for. I was tired, scared, upset, terrified something was wrong with my son, and basically went numb. Walked into the or and went into hysterics. It was like a bad dream, everything happening so fast, I just burst into tears and couldn't stop. Didn't matter, everyone kept doing their jobs...insert spinal, etc. Nurse audibly to my DH..."why is she acting like that? its just a section, I mean, c'mon." I was able to calm down by the time the surgery began. By the time the surgery was nearing end it was 11:00 and my nurse was getting antsy because her shift ended. Dr. finally told her to go home.
Next nurse I annoyed. First PP nurse, morning after surgery. I was doing well with pain management with just extra strength advil. She was annoyed I wouldn't take anything stronger. The one thing I had was itchiness, particularly my nose. She offered to get me something to help. Sure! Went to hook a bag up to my iv and couldn't get it to work, went to get another. I asked what it was and she said Nubain. I told her not to bother, I'd prefer not to have narcotics. But its not narcotics she said. they removed a baby from me, not my brain. She was mad I wouldn't let her hook it up and I never saw her again. Fine by me.
Next nurse I annoyed was over breastfeeding. I should preface this by saying that my dh and I failed burping miserably at first. We just did not have the magic touch. He was better than me, but it still took us a bit to get it down. Nurses said not to worry too much at first about it till milk came in. Problem was, my milk came in the 2nd day (surgery wedn. night, milk in by friday). My poor son was up in the middle of the night that night with horrible gas pains and after 45 minutes we still couldn't get him to burp, he was screaming and in pain. Middle of the night of course. I ran to the nursery and asked for help from my nurse. She looked at me and told me I'd need to deal with it on my own. I hadn't asked anything of her, barely even saw her (she was new for me that day). Thankfully the sweet nurse (Courtney...still remember her name) came running out as I walked down the hall. 2 minutes later my son was burped and sleeping. I don't know if asking for help was the wrong thing to do in nurse's eyes. It was the only time I did ask for help the whole time I was there, and it was because I needed it. I know in a day or so we would be on our own with the baby and wouldn't have the luxury of asking for help. But we were also in the midst of learning.
The only other request I guess I made was for nurses to double check my latch when I was learning to bf my son. I couldn't see around those guargantuan things! LOL! None seemed to mind, though, although I never asked the woman who wouldn't help me when I needed it. Of course, I had her for the last 2 nights of my stay. Wish I'd had the guts to request Courtney to remain my nurse, but I didn't know how to go about it.
(and no, nothing was wrong with her hands) How about you?
) How about "Can you hold my baby while I go to the bathroom? Hmmmm, who gets that job when she goes home? And please, get that "baby's daddy" out of your hospital bed- that's how you two got here in the first place! And no, I won't take his blood pressure/give him some tylenol/find him something to eat (after he just came in and passed 6 McDonalds' on the way here)
