Emory University Hospital Midtown — Attraction in Atlanta

Review from 2021 Do Not Deliver your Baby here if you are not educated about child birth and certain hospital labor and delivery practices. My experience delivering my first child here was borderline traumatizing and extremely disappointing. I blame Greater Atlanta Women’s Healthcare (OB/GYN) located in the building and Emory Nurses for the horrific experience I had with first time child birth.

The doctor(s)I was told were going to deliver me; (according to my OB/GYN based in the building) weren’t available on the day of my labor. Don’t call it a coincidence but maybe because it was 12/31 & they were partying too hard. I was delivered by some random doctor, supposedly with their practice that was “On call”. Yet I had never heard of the possibility of being delivered by an on call doctor at the office, since they have you meet with the four or five practicing doctors at the office who I was repeatedly told were going to be one my delivery doctors.

So, the doctor who delivered me showed up very comfortably dressed. In a 2021 sweatshirt, jeans, gloves and a mask. Didn’t seem appropriate. I was rushed to deliver, nurses kept checking me every two hours or so for further dilation. Seemingly very impatient although I had an epidural they pushed pitocin to make my contractions consistent. My partner & I were willing to be patient after the epidural, but the nurses were pressuring. One of them literally asked, “Are you all trying to have a New Years baby? Is that why you’re waiting” “We don’t mind, but if not it’s not really necessary”. They had me begin pushing at 9.5 CM dilated even after the pitocin, guess it wasn’t working fast enough. I had to hold my own thighs back which made no sense with the epidural making them heavy and also taking energy away from me being able to push.

As a result I wasn’t able to push effectively, my child still wasn’t ready (not faced down). I was forced to push with every contraction, which I couldn’t feel. I had to wear a mask since I refused a COVID test although all nurses etc were wearing masks, which restricted my breathing. My child’s heart rate declined causing for an Emergency C Section which put my child In the NICU! My partner and I are in our early 20s and did not expect all these complications especially having had a completely healthy pregnancy (myself & my child had no issues through the term).

I truly believe I could have delivered naturally had I refused certain intrusions on my body. Some doctors do not educate their patients enough. They expect you to just trust them, when more things go wrong walking into a hospital than at home. I only had two good nurses being that I had to stay there about 4 days after the surgery due to losing a lot of blood & required a transfusion. I came in the hospital with an extremely high blood count & they managed to drop it down to half that.

After further research, many C Sections are not necessary & are usually caused by rushed delivery. They must need the rooms back fast lol. Something just didn’t make sense to me & they all seemed curt and burdened by me asking questions and needing everything to be elaborated. There’s so much more I could detail!!!

I’ll never go back to Emory for anything medical after this & I wouldn’t recommend anyone else to either unless you are going to stick to your plan and deliver on your time, not theirs. It’s a shame, with Emory being a learning environment for people entering the medical industry. It’s scary, they’re being trained to just treat you like a number & medical pay out. There seems to be selective compassion shown when compassion should be shown to everyone in every instance of their encountering the need to enter the hospital for whichever reason, not just another day at work until your shift is over.

I truly believe my son spent 4 days in the NICU due to their negligence. From the C section to my son depending on a pacifier after leaving the hospital since they just give your child one without any consent from the parent. Their malpractice is made to seem like protocol or they’ll...

I was hospitalised June 30th to july 9th 2020. It was a long stay but for my healing. I was very sick. I felt as if my days were numbered. I watched my body deteriorating day after day see myself turned into bones with skin hanging to them. I had given up and made myself a do not resuscitate. The palliative care team came to seem and off spiritual care support and other care support as need. However my medical care team did not give up on me. My medical doctor I can visualized her but just cannot remember her name. Oh I wish I could because I would personally thank her for her kindness and strong will to care for me whose case was difficult to diagnosed. Day after day she came to see me and with words of courage she assures me she would find an answer. I informed her that i would discuss my case with my brother who is a nurse practitioner and get his input. They spoke with each other. She is one excellent doctor who listens to patient, family take their information along with her medical and scientific knowledge and came up with a diagnosis and was able to give me the right and correct treatment. She was now able to see rhe miraculous result since her time of rotation was over. However I asked the doctor who took over my care from her to let her how thankful I am to her for not giving up on me. Medicine have improved greatly with science and technology. I am thankful i have.a great health care insurance to have paid my health care bills. The health care team is wonderful, excellent both professionally, medically, scientifically and knowledgeable. I believed in them. I watched them day after day perform their duties with care and integrity. I asked questions and always given honest answers.The nurses, nurse technicians, doctors,other health care professionals,and housekeeping went above a and beyond their call of duty to care for me. I had three outstanding nurses: a male night nurse whom I think was being evaluated by the charge nurse who made it so obvious which was ridiculous; the female night nurse she was very cordial, caring, and professional: a young nurse in her twenties took care of me two evenings including my discharge reminded me of myself when I was a young nurse eager to learn. She was kind,caring, knowledgeable, prurient, and respectful: one night female nurse made me feel less than human by her mannerism towards me. Later in the morning she tried to correct her behavior but it was too late. The following night she was again assigned to me but fortunately the charge nurse did most of my care of which it was a prayer answered. I cough the night she was taking shift report and said"does she have COVI, has she been tested loud and cleat. I said to her " for your knowledge yes and it is negative and this room is so cold that I can compare it ike a day in winter. I have three blankets yet I am . freezing. If you would make it warm for me I will not be coughing. Shw turned her back and walked out of the room. The evening nurse addresses rhe issue by saying we see how we can make the room warm so you can be comfortable. She has not been coughing on my shift and her COVID test is negative. As professionals sometime we jump to conclusion without all the necessary facts.. The nurse tech volunteered to braid my hair, she saw how I was struggling to do it. If i asked for a bed bath because I felt too weak and afraid of falling trying to take a shower they would help me with it. Housekeeping mopped and sweep the room daily and sanitized the table, the door nobs and chairs. They did a great job and I am very thankful to them for keeping the environment clean.. The nutritionists and food staff do a wonderful job with thw meals. You feel as if you are at a restaurant. You have menus from which you can select your diet. If you selected one that does not match the diet you can have you will receive a call from the kitchen and they will let you know the replacement neal choices. My room was good only too cold for me because of my medical condition. It was like a four star hotel. Thanks for...

What I experienced during my admittance at this location was a horror story. A mixture of lack of resources for staff, understaffing, miscommunication, and mistreatment.

This is my second time ever being admitted to a hospital, the first being at another Emory location. During my first hospital admittance at this other location in 2020, I was diagnosed with Crohn's Disease and Ulcerative Colitis (this is important). They gave me documentation to prove it. Fast forward to recent times, I was experiencing severe abdominal pain for almost 2 weeks straight that didn't line up with my normal Crohns symptoms - so I feared something was wrong with my appendix. I arrived at the Emory Midtown emergency room around 5pm on this past thursday. The wait and organization was extremely chaotic. I was told the wait times in the app were wrong, I was told that they could tell me what place in line I was in (a lie), I was told I would receive some stomach meds (a lie). I was in the waiting area nearly 4 hours before I was able to go back for further testing. I was in that back room until 7AM friday morning before they came to the decision I was too sick to leave and then I was admitted.

This is when things really started going down hill. I was dropped off at my room...a dingy and dirty looking room. They provided no pillow (until I asked later) or hygiene kits for my use (until a few days later when I had to ask for a toothbrush). It turns out the other location didn't actually put my Crohns and UC ON FILE AND IN MY DIGITAL RECORDS so I had to re-explain my situation over and over again. I had no way to leave and get my physical documentation - and none of the doctors or nurses would believe me. It was extremely demoralizing. I had to pay for another locations ineptitude and malpractice. They never thought to call the other location or doctors that treated me. They couldn't quite figure out where they wanted to put my IV so I was poked absolutely everywhere. I am covered in bruises. I asked for one spot in my hand, but was told CT team wouldn't allow it (a lie). Worse yet, one nurse ignored my requests and did the side of my hand - the hand with my tight hospital band. I woke up to a completely numb hand as the cuff cut off the flow of IV fluid...causing it to blow out. My hand looked like you filled a glove with air. I had to resolve this on my own. Its still slightly puffy and bruised days later.

Then they had me on a liquid diet far too long as they thought I had a bacterial infection despite my prior stool sample given at the ER not showing this. I did not pass a stool until days later and then woops! They didn't need it anymore! Here is some solid food. All the while - I could barely eat the liquids they brought as it was always beef broth...which I told them I could not have anything beef related due to it triggering my flare-ups. A small mess was made while I was trying to get that stool sample (hard to use restroom while lugging your iv wires around) - and I had asked for help cleaning it up. I had to dispose of my stool sample and clean up the bathroom on my own.

All of this so far I could explain away with how understaffed this hospital was. I was trying to be patient and understanding despite how depressed and demoralized I felt. I understood that without those digital records they had to take my word for it - but it was still exceptionally painful to not be taken seriously. They wouldn't give me any relief for the pain either beyond what they gave me in the ER. They would only ever offer anti-vomiting meds and tylenol.

Saturday night was when it all came to a head, the straw on the camels back. The shift change happened right after I had passed the stool sample. I experience the extreme abdominal pain especially so after going to the bathroom. I was trying to tell both the old nurse and new nurse that the pain got quite severe now that I had went to the bathroom. I yet again experienced the nurses not taking my old diag...