Presbyterian St Lukes Hospital School of Nursing - Alpha Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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Somehow we survived the OR and found f)urselves in OB for a 1-o-n-g siege. It was long. Main 9 was our proving ground for preps and enemas and, sometimes, for precipitates . Where are the fetal heart tones? Tlie quick run for the in- terns and breathlessly waiting. How far is she dilated? — 9cm? Oh, my good- ness!! Where ' s the stretcher? Call anesthesia! (whom you could never find) Call Dr. Beebe! Who gets to scrub? Connie again? Miss Wellington remains in our memories as being breathless froni her c uick dashes between Sm. 5 and M-9. You ' d better check her again— you never can tell! Even the hardest hearted a- mong us experienced a feeling of awe each time we witnessed the miracle of birth. Our month in the newborn nursery was usually a race to keep the mouths fed and the bottoms dry, but it was alwa s fiui. And, Oh, that night when daylight sav- ing time changed back to CST— Bet those mothers are still trying to right the schedule!

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After the strict routine of OB, Peds was a relaxed surprise. Remember working nights in the nursery and asking How many feeds , and how about pre- cious Httle Jimmy and his ahirost constant pica, Lady, Lady— I ' ve gotta DoDo! How we dreaded the cleft palate repairs- Do not allow the patient to cry! We always hurried with the morning care and 9-10 A.IVl. feeds so that we could have our Nourishment each morning. The chocolate milk and orange juice didn ' t last long with the hungry class of ' 54. We laughed about being playlady ' but underneath our smirks, we enjoyed the loafing! Did anyone ever work as hard as Miss Moss on the busy days?! Form-Lab with Mrs. Schrieber was another favorite spot. While the radio gave forth with good rhythm hundreds of bottles of formula were mixed, bottled and sterili ed— then coffee time! How timidly we ac- cepted the invitation to have coffee with the GRABS! 18