By: Brady Evans
I’m staring at this sign that is situated directly in front of my hospital bed.
I’m hung up on it, though. It says “We want to provide you VERY GOOD care.” The care here? It is not very good. It is unimaginably excellent. I know this totally seems like I’m singing the praises of Lexington Medical Center because I’m affiliated with the Every Woman Blog, but I’m not. We have been impressed by the exceptional care, concern, and love pouring out of every single staff member in this hospital for days. Regardless of my affiliation with the blog, I’d be shouting from the rooftops: Have your baby at Lex Med.
My baby boy came into the world early and unexpectedly at 37 weeks gestational age. The delivery was fast and easy. The nurses and midwife were sweet, strong, and competent. They made us feel like we were the only patients in the hospital. As you can see, however, my baby is sick. He’s going to be fine, but for now he’s being given extra love and attention in a special nursery.
My husband and I wander the halls, feeling lost in the sense that we’re supposed to be holding and caring for our newborn but we can do neither. On our long walks from our post-partum room to the special care nursery, we run into tons of staff. They stop what they’re doing to ask us about our baby, nearly immediately know our name and our baby’s story, and gladly answer any and all questions we have.
We keep saying to ourselves, “They don’t have to be this nice. They could get away with less.” But they don’t try to get away with it. They are amazing. My husband and I are simultaneously elated to have our baby boy and devastated that we don’t actually have him, but Lexington Medical Center has made it a much easier burden to bear.