Thursday, November 21, 2013

Hospital: 5 nights

 
 
Oral antibiotics weren't enough:
bilateral patchy changes on x-ray,
oxygen saturations too low.
 
 

 
 
 
A consultant and a friend,
"You know where this is going?"
and the tears fell.
 
 
An admission to hospital.
Hospitals;
places to recuperate,
to rest,
to mend
and sleep?
Hell no!
 
 
A 6-bedded bay,
acute receiving:
2nd in,
4 to follow.
A constant busyness
of
to-ing
and
fro-ing
and noise.
 
 
The bubble of humidified oxygen;
the hiss of the nebuliser;
the hum of the air conditioning;
the beep beep beep of the sats monitor;
the alarm of Alaris.
 
 
Irritable, unwell children;
screaming, shrieking infants;
tired, tired parents,
soothing, reassuring;
nurses chattering and checking.
 
 
The squeak of the bed;
the rattle of cot sides;
telephones ringing,
heralding admissions;.
lights dimmed, always on;
curtains drawn, never closed;
Every hour,
every single hour,
and the minutes between,
noted.
 
 
And then
PING!
the ward awakens.
07:50.
Lights on,
beds away,
linen changed,
cleaners sweeping,
hoovers on,
obs done,
antibiotics administered,
time for breakfast now.
 
 
Nurses,
HCAs,
pharmacists,
physios,
dieticians,
and
teams of doctors;
the ward round begins.
 
 
Will we see sleep tonight?
No,
no sleep to be had;
not tonight
or tomorrow
but maybe by the weekend.
 
 
 Please,
let sleep rest its gentle head upon us,
bless us,
heal her,
save us from our nightly torment:
there is no sleep to be had here
in this house of healing.
Please
let us go home.
 
 
 
 

5 comments:

Midlife Singlemum said...

Sending you love and healing thoughts for E. I hope it's over soon. God bless her and you. xxx

Bright Side of Life said...

Hugs to you and your precious girl. So hope recovery is speedy. xx

h0peful mummy said...

Thank you Rachel and Di.
Eilidh is much improved - back to arguing and shouting - but it's been a tough week. Thank you for your thoughts xx

Midlife Singlemum said...

Glad to hear she's feeling better. I wish you a peaceful weekend at home. xxx

ellynpeace said...

What a beautiful, heart breakingly true poem! Hospitals are exhausting for all concerned and the real rest only happens once the danger is over and you go home. But then mom becomes the nurse, so when does mom get to rest? Blessings and prayers to you all!