Traumatic experience!

Rahima Moosa Mother and Child it is said? I doubt they understand what that means.

On 16 October 2018 just before 22:00 I landed on that hospital's doorstep; ward 6, in a wheelchair, fully dilated. My partner explained that I'm about to give birth. Being who they are, he was told to leave me there and be on his way as "men aren't allowed". One of the nurses came and asked what the problem was, and in that state I told her I was about to push. I wonder who taught health professionals the phrase "don't push". With my body numb was told to get myself onto the bed so that they could "check", as if I don't know what I'm talking about when I say I'm about to push. I was told by the whole ward's nurses not to push, one of them came to the bed I was laying on with her face disgusted as if she was talking to an ilmannered kid telling me that she can hear that I'm pushing and I'm not supposed to. Was then told to get off the bed and go into the wheelchair again, tried telling them I couldn't, and as responses came from all around the ward all I could hear was "yes you can". A Sister by the name of Matlala came and told me if I want help I will have to cooperate. I thought I was in a hospital, about to give birth to my baby. What cooperation is needed there? Am I in trouble here for being in Labour? As told to cooperate I struggled myself back onto the wheelchair and got to the delivery room, where I walked myself off the wheelchair onto a bed that had to flipped over because it had another patient's blood stains on it and was still told not to push. As my baby's head kept coming out i had to hold myself and let it go back in. I watched Sister Matlala strolling in the room putting on gloves so that she could "help me". At 22:35 i had delivered. She left my baby there without cutting the cord, came in a male nurse after about 5 minutes who cut the cord and put baby on my chest. He then took her to go for weighing, I layer there for a good 10 minutes if not more, he came back, took out the placenta, gave me a sheet and told me to stand on the other side of the bed, wipe myself and make sure not to make a mess on the floor. I did as I was instructed. When everything was done, tests done on me while standing there, etc, I was told to get my belongings and join the other ladies who had just given birth on one of the beds available. Did so. Later on I asked the male nurse for pain****ers and his response was; is this your first child? No I said. And he said so what? Don't you know that pain? It will go away "ungazo Ganga la!". Was then transferred to postnatal ward by a very rude woman also whom I asked if I could get a pad, she passed by me and said "how do you think you'll get the pad while standing there"........

We got to the postnatal ward 8. To cut everything short, of all the people who were on that night shift and following morning shift, I'd like to complement Sister Joninah who knew what she was doing, how to deal with patients and just her friendly character.