Was a host at restaurant. A lot of the time when someone walked in its “table for x amount of people” and what did I do?? “Hi how are you? Dining in or to go” because who are you??
I’m at that weird age where every younger person I meet makes me realize how much l've aged, and every older person I meet makes me realize I'm still a baby.
I’m a type C girl...
- I can deep clean the whole house or ignore a laundry pile for days.
- I can give a motivational pep talk, or need one myself.
- I can be 20 mins early or walk in 20 mins late.
- I can go to bed at 9pm, or scroll tiktok until the sun comes up.
She didnt take my pain seriously, definitely didn’t know how to check my cervix, fear mongered me into getting a pitocin drip, while also refusing the wishes of the patient. She didn’t take kindly to me not wanting her there.
I was in labor with my daughter. The midwife assigned to me told me my water had broke but I wasn’t dilating fast enough so they wanted to put me on pitocin. Contractions got so bad after that. (1/?)
Not only was my water not broke, they increased the pitocin drip and I was stalled at 5 cm and my baby’s heart rate was declining. Ended in a c-section that more than likely wasn’t necessary if the midwife I said I didn’t want on my case respected my decision.