Preterm labor/horrible nurse

So I went into preterm labor early yesterday morning at 31+5. My husband of ten years decided to leave me and my 15 month old daughter when I was 5 months pregnant with our planned child, in favor of the single life and his new girlfriend. SO I drove myself an hour to the hospital. I get there and I’m greeted by a nurse who proceeds to ask me if anyone is coming. I said no. She helps me into bed and amidst other questions, asks me again. Again I say no. She needs a urine sample. I do it and again she asks me if anyone is coming. Again I say no. Keep in mind, while all of this is going on I’m having painful contractions ever two minutes. After getting my BP, she asks AGAIN. So while my doctors already know this and the info should be stating her in the face on my chart, I inform her that my husband decided to leave me recently and not only will he not be coming, but he isn’t allowed within 500 feet of me because he thought it would be a good idea to hit me. I asked her not to ask me again, because it’s a touchy subject for me.

She’s rude. Cold. Short. Rolled her eyes at me a couple of times. My labs come back and I’m severely dehydrated. I have had diarrhea for 4 days, so that’s likely the culprit. I do t get the chance to tell her before she shoves a pitcher of water at me. So I get IV fluids, I’m drinking my water. She’s still rude and I can’t figure out why. My doctor comes in and he tells me that if the contractions don’t stop, they’ll be sending me to University hospital because they have the best NICU, and if they DO stop, I’ll be on strict bed rest until I have the baby. Now mind you, my doc was nice. He knows what’s going on with my husband. He saw my embarrassment when I had to get an STD panel. He knows my sexual history consists of one man: my husband. He gets it. Nurse A-hole still doesn’t and I still can’t peg why she’s being so rude.

He exits my room and she asks me if anyone will be able to help me at home while I’m supposed to be on “bed rest”. I say no. She asks again. I say no. She says “no one is able to help?” I said no, a little firmer this time. Finally she says what’s been on her mind and asks, “what about your husband? Is this his baby?” BINGO. She had the idea in her head that I cheated on my husband and am carrying another man’s child. Rather than address a question that’s none of her business, I reiterate that my husband left and cannot come within 500 feet of me. She rolls her eyes and tells me “you’ve really created your own circumstances here with not drinking enough fluids and all this.” I am flabbergasted! Right as I’m trying to remember how to form words so that I can ask for another nurse, she asks me if I’m sexually active. I look at her in shock and say, I have told you no less than 7 times that my husband is not around! To which she looks at me, rolls her eyes and says “yeah but that doesn’t mean anything.” I said, “it does to me. He IS the father of my daughter and the son I’m carrying, and no I’m not having sex while I’m pregnant and still married!” I then inform her that the fact that I’m diabetic and a detailed history of going into preterm labor with my daughter last year, including a blurb about recent stress are all in my chart that’s staring her in the face and all can attribute to preterm labor! Not to mention that I’m not having diarrhea by choice!! Hell, I came in with a huge Gatorade! Ugh! Horrible woman.

Thankfully, I got a nurse who was great after that. I was given two doses of Terbutaline which helped lessen the frequency of the contractions, but sent home while I was still having them. Between contractions and the racing heart from the injections, I didn’t get to sleep much. This morning however, my doctor called to apologize for the nurse’s behavior. He told me that he had a conversation with her about it and that it had been dealt with.

Worst day ever!! But my sweet boy is doing fine and is still in my womb and at the end of the day, that’s what matters.

Solidarity to all of the single moms out there. Don’t ever let someone make you feel bad for your circumstances, and may everyone’s pregnancies go well.