I gave birth in this hospital 24 years ago and prayed to God not to go there anymore because of the boorish attitude of the staff, but 2 months ago my daughter was there, and I was pleasantly surprised by the changes so not everything changes for the worse, there are good changes
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Anonymous review
April 6, 2020
Thanks to everyone who worked there from October 1 to October 8, 2019. She gave birth to a son. Excellent staff.
The rest is not important.
A good maternity hospital. Many children are born in this institution, as well as in any other similar institution... There is practically no parking. Cars under the sign have to be left on the street.
A modern maternity hospital, where it was not terrible to send a spouse for 6 months. A premature baby was born (7 months old). The doctors and medical staff are just great!
with a stretch of 5 * (quote from his wife) but in general the hospital is good. My wife gave birth there twice. twice everything was fine. good specialists
Unfortunately, I gave birth in 2 maternity hospitals. I'll never forget it. The tin began with the reception department. I did not expect that giving birth on Sunday is the same as coming to a store that does not work on Sundays. I arrived in the morning with contractions. There was no one in the waiting room for 2 hours. There was a woman sitting in some kind of booth, which is next to the door of the emergency room. She asked: "What happened to the contractions?" I say, "Yes." That's all. Sit and wait, writhing in pain on a chair in the hallway. Then the doctor and the nurse deigned to come. Examination on the chair. Referral to the maternity hospital to give birth. I went accompanied by a nurse or a nurse, it doesn't matter, two heavy bags, of course, I pulled myself.
There was a most unpleasant person in the maternity ward-a doctor. I want to note that I behaved calmly, very politely, and I think that calmness and politeness on the part of the woman giving birth is not the best tactic. And that's why. In the opinion of that unfriendly group of under-doctors, calmness in childbirth is a sign that there are NO contractions!!! The doctor looked at me, rolled her eyes, clicked her tongue and began to assure me that I had no contractions! My term is 40 weeks and 1 day. She began to ask me with a claim how I feel contractions and gave me an injection that was supposed to remove this pain. After all, in her opinion, I have training contractions, she determined this by eye. They didn't even do CTG. She gave me an injection, asked about contractions a minute later, of course, after a minute I still had no pain. I said that I should wait at least 5-7 minutes, but the nedovrach transferred me to pathology. Heavy bags again. I pull them myself again. In the elevator, I feel a pulling pain again, the injection did not remove the contractions at all, but no one is interested in this.
In pathology, they were put on CTG for one hour, the heartbeat was almost not listened to, 90% were dashes. She served exactly an hour. From time to time, a nurse came, I pointed to my CTG - in response: "Sit down, the doctor will look at it later." KTG finished writing. I take him to the post, of course, there is no one there. I'm waiting. I saw a doctor, I showed CTG – she yelled at me (!) that I hadn't served an hour. I pointed out that the time is indicated on this paper: the beginning at 15.55 – the end at 16.55. She continued to be rude and sent him to the ward. I silently went to the ward with mental and physical pain. On the way, I met a doctor (deputy head) from the reception department, who sent me to the maternity hospital. He was surprised to see me in pathology, and not in the maternity ward, looked at my CTG, was horrified, went to the doctor who threw me into pathology, after 5 minutes that most unpleasant person, the doctor, came for me and told me to get ready for the maternity ward again. There, finally, I had CTG for the first time with a check of contractions. And oh, a miracle! It turns out that I have contractions. And they have been all this time. Opening in one finger. Puncture of the fetal bladder without warning. The beginning of stronger contractions. They put oxytocin on. After all these manipulations, I gave birth for another 16 hours. Needless to say what kind of pain I felt after that. If there is hell, then it is 90% easier to bear my childbirth, my contractions.
I vomited 5-6 times from drugs during childbirth. They didn't warn me that this could happen, as a result, I vomited on the floor next to the bed. That's why the nurse yelled at me. There is no way to reach the toilet with an IV in one hand, an oxytocin catheter in the other and a CTG belt lying on the bed. After a while, they still gave me the bags. And the floor remained clean. But the nurse's rudeness did not end, because she saw a drop of blood on the floor.
The epidural was done late. It didn't work. Thanks to the doctors who can't calculate the right amount and the right time for anesthesia. The attempts began, and with them began the rolling of the staff's eyes, phrases that I did not know how to push at all, that I would not succeed, I was good for nothing, and where in general such incompetents were taken. They said that I was pushing with my eyes and I wanted to give birth to eyes, not a child. Yes, damn, I've been dreaming about this all my life, and I graduated from university with a degree in mechanical engineering. By the way, I had childbirth courses under my belt.
After the birth of the child, my tears of joy and relief when I heard the first voice, the crying of my baby. Even now there are tears in my eyes. As it turned out, I tore up during childbirth, they did an episode, but I didn't feel it at all, it didn't hurt. Most likely because of the inhuman struggles and attempts. They sewed it up alive, then I felt the pain from such stitching. A huge amount of blood poured out of me. I remember the frightened eyes of the doctors. But they did nothing about the loss of blood.
After a while, they removed the oxytocin, put ice on his stomach and took him to the postnatal room. There were no seats in the ward. She was lying in some kind of septic tank. Then the ward, the baby. I felt more dead than alive. I lifted my head from the pillow and lost consciousness. The doctors said it was normal. On the trail. The day the girls in the ward asked me to at least measure my blood pressure. The pressure is 40 over 70. At my usual 120 by 80. The doctor didn't say anything about it and left. On the third day, blood was taken from everyone. On the same day, a doctor came to me and said that with the same hemoglobin level as mine (50), they are doing a blood transfusion. But she told me to put my signature on the refusal of transfusion.
Then boorish nurses who fancied themselves the navel of the earth. After the daughter was vaccinated or various tests were done, checks were carried out and the baby was brought to the ward – in raised tones, the nurse girl, who, as it turned out, did not have children, yelled: "Mom, at least you would feed your child." And this despite the fact that my daughter was constantly hanging on my chest. What is her claim? I felt that I had little milk, but they did not give me top dressing, as it is issued strictly by the hour. What else should I feed my daughter? The nurses also rolled up their own: "Oh my God, how you rock your daughter, in general already ...". In short, instead of help, stupid stupid remarks.
I liked the adult pediatrician ) Unfortunately, I don't remember her name. Although sometimes strict, I liked it.
The deputy head said that you don't need to take your diapers to the hospital, they will give you everything. Don't believe it!!! No one will give you a single diaper!!! And an unwaddled child will not be taken for vaccinations and various kinds of hearing tests, etc. No one. Nothing. They won't give it to you in the hospital.
There was no water for the entire period of my stay in the hospital. That's why you can't even wash a child. For some reason, wet baby wipes were not allowed to be used. I'm not surprised, because I realized that doctors in this hospital are senile. She hid baby wipes in the bedside table and wiped her daughter.
The doctor scolded me for having inflamed stitches in the very place where the woman gives birth. He says they need to be washed. Firstly, what if there is no water? Secondly, how, if I crawl to the shower, these are 7 of my faints. By the way, no one has treated my lowest hemoglobin in any way. And no one treated the seams in any way. What to do with inflammation except to rinse 5 times a day with non–existent water - they did not say. Of course, I then turned to a private center to normal doctors who saved me, cured me and thanks to whom everything is fine with me.
In maternity hospital number two, after my mother-in-law found out my hemoglobin level, on the fifth day she asked the doctor to take my blood to monitor my hemoglobin level. And then they decided to make fun of me. An intern girl took blood from me-a terrible, apparently, two-biter, or not at all studying in honey. She took blood from my finger for half an hour. I've dug out everything I can. I took it under the supervision of another young nurse. She was doing everything wrong, and a more experienced nurse was constantly correcting her. My blood collector saw all the tools for the first time. It feels like it's the first time she's seen fingers, too. She didn't know what had to be picked up to draw blood! I was shocked! At the very least, she took a couple of drops from the tenth puncture and a more experienced nurse asked me not to torture anymore. No one has told me the results of the analysis.
No one told me how to get out of the hospital, where and when to go, either. I caught the nurse and asked her to tell me how to check out, she said "later" and this "later" did not come.
My resume. These are not doctors, this is boorish, rude, unprofessional shit.
Just super:!!!I gave birth there three times.The staff is excellent, the rooms are good.They help everyone if they have any questions.The relationship to moms is friendly.