(this is just a random write up i did a year ago.don feel like editing it at all)
when flooded by expecting moms
& der gravid uteruses!!!
I m all opposed to use of patients in all the pregnancy related complications because getting pregnant is never a disease.The basic difference you feel here would be the joy in suffering very visible in the faces here quite unseen in other clinical wards.Even a visitor here in the ward comes with smiles unlike elsewhere.
Obs wards are one place that redefine to you all the pains borne by our moms to actually catch our first giggle.
A ceaserian theatre is crowded outside by anxious husbands (all ready to pound upon us with questions)who quite evidently are more concerned about the sex of the kid may more dan de safety of the mother.
The man in me accepts,we really have little role here.
The joy of de mother at the 1st sight of her kid is the most touching sight i will carry for a long long time.I could see her hand reaching for the baby and heart pounding for the 1st touch.We had talked in ward with the lady the day before .And for one moment ,i could each one of my unitmates all in silent smiles as if rejoicing with the new mother.
The mother and child hospital in our campus was built by the royal family of Travancore and is named after sri avittom thirunal,a prince who died at a young age.Thers a huge statue of a breastfeeding mother before the hospital which poses imposing thoughts in me whenever im passing in front of it.The ramp between the wards and OP is known among the medicos of our college as umblical cord .Post that i walk into a whole new world where you would not normally find a man.If you are as careless as me in walking in crowded wards ,you are always in that extra danger of knocking down a wombed lady and her baby.Wards smell dat now accustomed smell of compounds,human and otherwise.
None of the women admitted in our wards might be praying for a fair child or stagnate over a ceasarian mark on their belly.On the contary,they contemplate over escalating medical bills,maternity leaves at work and lonely husbands.And the biggest worry would be the sex of the kid even in the state that boasts of countrys best sex ratio.I see 1st time to be moms seeking advice from 7 time veterans.In a ward packed to double its capacity,the biggest luxury is a bed of own.There are no divides on basis of caste,colour,money or edn status,the common emotion shared is the elevation of womenhood by grace of their impending motherhood.
Male gynos have little scope in kerala with whom malayalee women do not feel dat extra comfort.Obs for most medicoz is ultimte boredom and the dept is seen as a must only for my female classmates.The buzz is that only girl students have tough times during a viva and boys pass through much easier .yup,the women suffer more under female dictators.
OG posting is a total disconnection with all the notions held in me about maternity by virtue of my manhood .The expectation,the prayers,the anticipation,the pain ,the first cry are all emotional depicments of an expecting womb unperceivable to the opposite sex. A women is a mom from the moment she starts expecting while a man becomes a father only at the sight of his kid.No wonder,the same topic is the biggest point raised by feminists in any debate on the battle of sexes.The whole range of questions im supposed to ponder upon ranging from sexual intercourse,contraceptives,abortions and periods (especially so when it has to be translated into the local dialect)all can be nerve wracking because of the basic discomfort parties on both sides of the conversation are drawn into.It can be even more ruthless when you see the ease with which your female classmates carry on the above stated ordeal.And that disappears the moment i push myself into the conversation out of my desperation to catch a tip or two.
At one point of time you feel so alien and handicapped at the place everyone else has bosoms and big bellies.its an all unaccustomable situation when all your patients ,professors,pg students ,nurses ,attenders and obviously the patients all belong to the opposite sex.Working in an obs dept has serious feminising effect on the male docs(very few) and a disconnection with male mannerisms is quite visible in them.Its all estrogen in the air and a " i don belong 2 here" feeling would be the first of a seies that would engulf you whenever you are in the ward.
with that feeling i continue my journey in the only dept without a male ward.
watch this space for more.
5 comments:
a woman become mom when she knows she is pregnant and man a father wen he sees his kid 4 d first tym-beautiful and contended sentence of dis article. an anecdote?.congrats in turning a shorte xperience 2 something gud 2 read.....as a girl,i would definetely say motherhood is simply superb..........though not enjoyed,but one pleasure i greatly longing too...gud work where words seems 2 be powerul even wen it s expressed in simple literature
The human concern shown by this doctorstudent is really great.
I am reminded of an interesting incident. My sister was recently hospitalized. A gang of young doctors enetred approached her bed, went through the cse sheet(or charge sheet?). They chatted among themselves, observed her with a grave face, and were about to leave, without a word to the patient. She suddenly stopped one of them and said, "Plese, tell me a word so that I feel myself a human being." They got the message and stayed there for a while, chatting with her.
Ryan's writeup must be read by the above type of doctors.
Sebastian Vattamattam
I wish all men were subjected to working in an obs ward for a while..medico or not.
we could do with more guys who think like u..
will watch out for the space. :)
Some experience!!!
But then, it just adds to my assurance over my career choice: Anything but Med :D
i really liked your post but i think a woman becomes a mom much before she becomes pregnant. there is a mom in all girls always. if you watch liitle girls who has a younger bro or sis u would find the same sort of concern aw a mother would have. the affection is most of the time motherly
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