Recently I took care of a new mom postpartum after her second baby who took methadone for heroin addiction. She and her family taught me so much. I wrote her this letter; I'll never send it to her, but I did want to share in hopes that someone else may get something from it. Nurses Announcements Archive Article
Dear K,
I will not lie. When the powers that be told me you, a patient taking methadone for heroin addiction, were being assigned to me postpartum, I wasn't happy. "Oh, great," I thought. "A druggie."
I was wrong, and I'm sorry. You shattered every perception I had, and I'm grateful for that. I thought I was going to be getting a whiny, self-absorbed, annoying, demanding patient.
What I got was a sweet young lady who'd had a hard life. I saw someone who would make different choices if she had things to do over again. I saw someone who maybe didn't have all the tools in her proverbial tool box that I have. I saw someone who realized her mistakes and was trying to right them. I saw someone who didn't want to be separated from her baby, which is more than I can say for a lot of my patients. I saw someone who was really trying to do the right thing and realizing that sometimes the right thing is very hard.
You and I had an eventful night. For starters, you fell. When you later asked for pain medication for your back, I gave you two Percocets. That didn't work; no surprise for either one of us. I called your doc and she was not willing to give you anything else because "she's already had enough." Forget that your opiate receptors were just a little occupied already. Maybe if she had seen the tears in your eyes she would have sung a different tune. Maybe if she'd tried to massage your pain away, or made you a heating pad, or just sat with you for a few minutes holding your hand, she'd have been moved to practice better pain control. But to her, you were "a heroin addict." And I'm so sorry. I believed you, and I wish she had too.
You and your family were a complete joy to meet and care for. I am glad that you felt comfortable enough with me to ask honest questions about your baby. I'm glad that we were able to talk openly about circumcision, vaccines, the baby's methadone withdrawal process, and your own past. Thank you for trusting me with such precious information, and thank you for trusting me to tell you the truth.
No, when I looked at you I did not see a heroin addict. I saw the human being that you are. Thank you for being willing to let me see her. You changed me. I became a nurse to help others; but you helped me and cared for me. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.