Newborns are cooked alive in Uzsoki

Newborns are cooked alive in Uzsoki
Newborns are cooked alive in Uzsoki
Anonim

An eight-bed ward heated to thirty-two degrees, dripping, stove-hot, clicking radiators, the wind howling in the corridor, the washroom is a three-day walk away. The goal: to survive.

32 degree ward
32 degree ward

In the latest part of our hospital test series, we present the temporary maternity ward of Uzsoki Hospital.

I gave birth for the third time in Uzsoki, all three times under different circumstances. In 2002, I rested in the old place, in the maternity ward covered with worn linoleum and with old walls, after giving birth in a four-bed room without a toilet. In 2005, in the same place, renovated, in a paid double room, in luxurious conditions. Compared to this, my birth in 2009 was a huge change: unfortunately, I fell right into the one year when the maternity ward moved to the first floor due to the complete reconstruction - I suffered in inhumane and trying conditions for five whole days - together with six other expectant mothers, who were in the eight-bed (twice four-bed, one-door and one-door) ward.

Dripping, old radiator
Dripping, old radiator

We understood that the department was temporary and that not too much money had been put into the design, but it was terribly frustrating to have to spend the first five days after giving birth in such unworthy conditions, the only function of which would be to be with the newborn we get to know each other and try to relax. Thanks to the outdated heating system, it was much more like a survival trip in a ward heated to 32 degrees - or rather a penal camp than peace, rest and happiness. When the water was running on our backs and the babies were lying in their cots with red, hot bodies, instead of happiness, anger boiled inside us.

Outdated doors and windows
Outdated doors and windows

Thanks to the many self-conscious expectant mothers who fought for a 24-hour rooming-in system in the hospital, it was mandatory to keep the babies with us except for the night after the birth, even though there were those who would have pushed the little one back to the infant ward at night, to be able to sleep for at least a minute. However, because she didn't want to push her out with the other six mothers and babies, with whom she slept in the same space, she rocked her daughter all night so that she wouldn't cry and make a fuss of the others.

Windy corridor
Windy corridor

The maternity ward is as modern as the stone-age conditions are in the children's ward. As soon as I crossed the threshold, I was greeted by completely new, convertible maternity beds, a ball, and a Chilivil environment. I didn't like it so much that the delivery room had two beds (fortunately I was alone when I gave birth), the two delivery beds - which can be separated by a curtain - are located perpendicular to each other, it would have bothered me a lot if half a meter away from me another expectant mother screamed while being pushed out.

Newborns must be taken to the infant ward twice a day: in the morning for a visit and in the evening for a bath. Since the infant ward is at the other end of the corridor, the tour means a good few minutes' walk, which in itself would not be a problem if the wind wasn't howling in the corridor and it wasn't about twenty degrees lower than in the wards - we weren't too surprised that the third per day, our babies who are sensitive to this have become helminthic. The poor neonatologist tried to do everything he could to reduce the temperature difference in the corridor and the rooms, but unfortunately his powers proved to be insufficient, he could not do anything with the outdated, worn-out doors and windows. From an outsider, however, it is a very cute sight when ten or fifteen expectant mothers start heading towards the infant ward, and after a few minutes they push the rolling cots with their babies as a team on the way back. At least it made the expectant mothers waiting for a ctg or ultrasound in the corridor smile.

Sink
Sink

And speaking of distance: the ward and the nearest washroom are three days' walk away from each other, so it doesn't hurt to leave on time if the need calls. But more like five minutes before. I'll never forget the first night, when I was stumbling in the typical postpartum straddle at three in the morning in the icy half-light of the corridor and ran into a similarly sleepless-eyed penguin as it dragged itself back from the bathroom. The situation was so absurd that he even managed a faint smile. Two of the five toilets in the department did not work, and two of them smelled like a train toilet, so the vast majority of new mothers and new mothers used one toilet.

While the reconstruction lasts - according to my latest information, it will certainly last until March - it doesn't hurt if we face the challenge posed by the Uzsoki temporary maternity ward with a sufficient sense of humor. Then the new maternity will obviously be a Canaan flowing with milk and honey for those who wait with the delivery until it is ready.

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