Showing posts with label 1940s. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1940s. Show all posts

Monday, August 15, 2011

Incubators and Preemies: How it all Began

It's an interesting and curious story: the Birth of the Incubator.

I was watching the History channel on my break on nightshift last week and a woman asked one of the researchers on the show the origins of a silver cup with her name on it.

It had an extraordinary history behind it. Some would even hazard to say bizarre.


Wiki photo: 1909, Seattle WA
Baby Incubator


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Back in 1904, if a baby was born prematurely, more than likely it would die an early death - either from cold, disease or inability to feed.   (You remember my story of a baby my Grandmother delivered in the prairies that she set on the door of a woodstove to warm!)  Death rates in the first two weeks of life ranged between 30-40%!

The move towards trying to save these babies started in the 1870's when France's population was ravaged by famine and post-war casualties.

In an attempt to boost the French population, Dr. Tarnier, an esteemed obstetrician and a pioneer neonatologist,  decided that steps should be taken to improve the survival rate of prematurely born infants.  

His attendance at a poultry farm where chicks were raised in a warming chamber sparked an idea.  Why not develop a similar setup for human babies? 

The Zookeeper of the Paris Zoo was commissioned to build the first baby incubator for a local Paris hospital in 1880 - the first in the world.

Under Dr. Tarnier's tutelage was a Dr. Budin, who further championed the advancement of the use of incubators for neonates.    Specializing in the study of neonatology,   he wrote papers and published books on the subject. 

He introduced "nasal feedings" (oh my!-take a look!) and intermittent gavage.

He worked on the problems of infection as well, and developed strict hand washing and the isolation of sick babies and separating the infants into well baby/sick baby groupings. He addressed the problem of proper storage of milk to prevent spoilage.  

He advocated using "wet nurses" to procure human milk as this was found to produce better results.

He came up with an unusual and bizarre method to publicize his theories on Neonatology and spread the word about baby incubator use:  Baby Exhibits.

A young associate of Dr Budin was assigned to accompany an Exhibit of "a child hatchery" to Berlin.  The display was so successful, it was extended not only to England, but also into the United States.

This young associate was Dr. Martin Couney

He immigrated to America in 1903 and for 40 years plus,  presided over the Coney Island exhibit.

In this unlikely environment,  circus "barkers"  would shout out to the crowd to encourage them to go through the exhibit. (Interestingly enough, one of these was Cary Grant - at that time, a young actor waiting for a part on Broadway)   The incubators were lined up like little wood stoves in a row.

In the early days, to view the preemies - adults would pay 10 cents,  children - 5 cents.  Lines - mostly women -  would line up in droves to view the nurses at work with the babies, some of which were only one and a half pounds. 

Although based in Coney Island, occasionally Dr Couney would go out to other cities - Chicago, Portland OR, San Francisco - to oversee displays there.   The one in San Francisco alone took in over $72,000 in the 10 months it was open.

MDs from all over the country would send Dr Couney little preemies for his exhibit.  He was awarded a platinum watch in recognition of his efforts.

However, not everyone was happy with the "showmanship" of the preemies.  One nurse recalled feeling disdain, but she did concede that the infants did get very good care.  

Dr. Couney himself was disheartened to see the disconnect between the infant and the parents who, after so many months separated from their baby, would hardly come and visit and were actually reluctant to take them home when they "graduated".  He consoled himself with the fact that not one parent had to pay a penny for the care of these babies - the exhibit itself was self-supporting.

In a Canadian twist: Dr. Couney was invited to be the MD in charge of the famous Dionne Quintuplets born in Ontario, but declined because he stated that they were going to die and he didn't want to have the bad publicity that would be a fallout of a probable highly publicized failure.

As it was, these were one year's results, near the end of the era of the exhibit:

Mortality Experienced at Exhibit during New York World's Fair 1939-1940 (Medical News: New York City. JAMA 115:1648, 1940.)


Gestational Age (mo.) Admitted Died
6 9 0
6 1/2 18 4
7 37 6
7 1/2 9 0
8 20 0
8 1/2 1 0
Unknown 2 0
Total 96 10
By 1940 the depression had eaten away at the profits and the now 25 cents admission charge did not cover the costs.   The Health Department stepped in and continually criticized the setup.  The public were bored with the exhibit in an ever increasingly modernized world. 

The first premature infant ward opened up in Cornell's New York Hospital and the Preemie Exhibit folded.

He (Couney) told his nephew, "I made propaganda for the preemie. My work is done." Twenty years after his death a bronze tablet was placed on the wall next to the entrance of the Holiday Inn on the boardwalk in Atlantic City to mark the site of his old shows. It noted that "Dr. Couney was the first person in the United States to offer specialized care for premature infants."
A final commentary at the end of this story makes an interesting comparison to today's medicine:
"But I find it hard to ignore the resemblance between the theatrics of the side-show exhibits and the dramatic actions in present-day neonatal intensive care units. In both cases, I find a disturbing detachment from reality"
"The feeble infant is plucked up and deposited in a theatre-like setting in which superb technical experts make all-out efforts to support life. And when this has been accomplished successfully, the infant graduates. But no comparable effort is mounted to deal with the enormous problems which face the graduate at home and in the community. Future historians may look back with some fascination at the tunnel vision in the incubator-show era and in the present day. I can almost hear the comment (in French, of course, since the movement did begin in France): Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose."
One thing the exhibition did - it promoted the need for earlier and improved prenatal care.

Oh - and that silver baby cup with the woman's name engraved on it mentioned at the beginning of this blogpost? It was part of a gift given to a group of "1933-34 preemie graduates" and their parents at a 1940 reunion of the Exhibition Babies from Coney Island's "Century of Progress" World's Fair.

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Here is a March of Dimes video showing preemies birth and the work they do. It's an ongoing fight:

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Getting into the mood

My mother used to tell me stories of how she and her sisters would walk all the way from their house in Vancouver during the 1940s to the downtown which was at least 5 miles.  They would take the trolleys part way but there was still a lot of walking, since they lived a little out of the way from the main thoroughfare routes.   In the middle of winter, at times this could be a very wet and bone-chilling proposition. Or snowy.

They would make the time pass quickly by singing all the way. Music was a huge part of their lives - after all, that's how Gramma and Grampa met

There was always a concert put on at the local Catholic Church, and even though they weren't Catholic they would go to the Christmas Mass on Christmas eve,  and attend the local Christmas Concerts, especially when there was music.

Her favorite was Handel's Messiah.

I made a point of attending a Concert put on by the Vancouver Symphony Orchestra and the Vancouver Chamber Choir (or the Cantata Choir or the Bach choir - which ever one's turn it was that year)  in 1973 at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre when I was in my first year of college.  I will never forget it.   The music swelled throughout the building - reverberating in the rafters - leaving an echo after the last notes were sung.  I closed my eyes and imagined my mom as a young girl - with her family - listening to the same thing years ago.

My very favorite part, of course, was the  Hallelujah Chorus.

 And now, almost 40 years later, here it is - the same song - still as fresh as it was back then - sung via "flash mob" in  a mall in Welland Ontario - near Niagara Falls - just 10 days ago.....

It still brings a smile to my face....and I must admit...a little tear to my eye.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

DEPARTMENT STORE NURSE : part 2

OH! and one other tidbit. Found this recent ad for a "Department Store Nurse" in Davao City in the Philippines. I am wondering - how much do they pay an RN over there?
Here is the ad:

Company Nurse
at Victoria Department Store in Davao City (posted on 08-19-2010)
Filed under Healthcare & Nursing
•Female, Single, not more than 28 years old
•Graduate of BS nursing, NLE passer
•Related experience is an advantage
*Can work under pressure


(obviously, this is not a job offering in Canada where you can't discriminate by age, sex or marital status. And...wtflip is the "can work under pressure"thing??? From my experience, Store Nursing is on the stress level of a Walmart greeter......yes, I actually admit that. That is why it was so much fun...because it wasn't stressful in the least - and I got paid for it!  Closest I have ever come to getting paid for doing nothing - so to speak.  At least - that's what it felt like. I wonder what goes on in Filipino Malls that it would be so stressful???)

AND: here is a partial article from the American Journal of Nursing 1941 - a peek into the life of a Department Store Nurse in New York - "From Teakettle to Busy Medical Department". Really. I suppose Cherry Ames book Department Store Nurse's description is pretty well on the money after all. Both were written in the same year. =^@
And here I thought it was all bogus.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

WHAT'S MISSING?

Take a look at these photos of America from 1939 to 1943 when it was recovering from the depression and going into the Second World War.

Quote:
What's missing? I couldn't see one morbidly obese person in any of the photos. Take a look. I suppose people had to struggle to get by, children played outside instead of on computers, and walking was actually a mode of transportation......you were lucky to build up any fat on the frame.
"These images, by photographers of the Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information, are some of the only color photographs taken of the effects of the Depression on America’s rural and small town populations. The photographs are the property of the Library of Congress and were included in a 2006 exhibit Bound for Glory: America in Color"


They are quite amazing. You can see the dirty little feet of barefoot children. Houses that some people lived in. Meagre morsels families shared at meals and gatherings. The countryside as it was..... it is so much more real seeing it in color as opposed to the black and whites that one usually sees from that era.
How times have changed.

Speaking of which...got to get off this computer and head on out....my niece is here from Delaware and we are going to tour downtown Vancouver, Gastown and Chinatown.

Gonna get me some exercise!

Sunday, August 15, 2010

A Nurse Icon: revisited

New York Square: A Celebration of the End of the War

VJ Day - 65 years later.

Under the shadow of a 26 foot statue of the same figures in the famous photo to the left - dozens of couples recreate the famous photo.

Apparently there was more than one nurse wandering around in the streets (quote):

"Gloria Bullard wasn't the nurse in that famous picture, but she was there in the crowd. In the time it took her to walk through Times Square that day, from 7th Avenue to 8th Avenue, she was kissed a dozen times by random men.

Bullard, now 84 and living in Winnsboro, S.C., doesn't appear in the iconic Eisenstadt shot, but a second photographer caught her face the exact same moment, shooting the same sailor and nurse from a slightly different angle.

She didn't realize the camera had caught her until years later, when a friend spotted that second image in a newspaper.

"I was in nurse's training school at New York Medical College," Bullard said. "In the picture it looks as though I was standing there, but I was not. I just stopped and turned to look, get a full view of the sailor, and the nurse, and that's when he took the picture."

Sixty-five years to the day later, she remembers that scene as though it were yesterday.

"It kind of chokes me up now," she said. "We, as a nation, we can really get together, and we will survive anything."

Thursday, July 8, 2010

History: It's a part of us...

Since we are on the subject of aeroplanes.....
My birthday happened to fall while my husband and I were vacationing in Palm Desert for a space of time this spring.

My husband graciously gave up his twice-per-day golfing excursions for a day to spend it entirely with me- doing something that I wanted to do. He thought I might want to go to the Palm Springs Follies.
Nope. Not me!
So what did we do?

I chose to go to the Museum of Flight at the Palm Springs Airport. :)
I love anything that is historical. When I lived in the Bay Area, I flew out to Indianapolis to visit my sister and her family. My favourite local attraction?  The Hall of Fame Museum at the "Brick Yard".

Yup. The History of Auto Racing. Loved it. The kids were getting a little impatient at Auntie having to stop and read. Every. Single. Posting. At. Every. Single. Old. Car. But it was heaven. All that history. Pretty cool. If you have a chance, and are in the area....go and check it out. I might even be able to
entice my husband to go again!

But if you are ever in P.S. – check out the
Flight museum.The planes were amazing. But the history – even more so. If you have a LOT of time – watch some of the first hand recorded accounts by the WW2 vets. Listen to the history lessons. Their DVD library is amazing.And here's to the women who contributed to the war effort back then, of which my husband's aunt was one of them - a real live "Rosie the Riveter"....
 And of course there were the nurses of WW2. There were a lot of revolutionary things going on in the field of medicine at the time - one of which was the development of Penicillin which improved the survival rate at the end of the war. Another field of medicine was the newly developing plastic surgery. Here is an interesting account from an RN during WW2:

"Theatre became my own special field and I became most interested in the revolutionary plastic surgery being carried out at this time. I was also privileged to work with some of the surgeons who pioneered this work. There was no such thing as nylon sutures of course, and my fine red hair was often called into use. After being sterilised it was used to repair median nerves which had been damaged in forearm injuries caused by shrapnel. It evidently had the advantage of being both fine and strong! We carried out different types of skin grafts, the results of which were painstakingly slow. Seldom did the theatre staff see the end results of our efforts, but many badly burned pilots were supported psychologically by the young nurses who cared for them post-operatively"


If you ever have time, take a peek into history - it is quite an eye-opener.....There are so many stories - and now with the Internet - those stories are now being told.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

A Nurse Icon

Age 91. Passed away Sunday.

It would have been amazing to hear some of her stories about the good ol' days of nursing. As much as some of the stuff I remember from my early days of nursing is unbelievable to nurses today, I am thinking that her stories would be much more incredible.

Apparently she waited until the '70s to reveal that she was the nurse in that photo....because she was embarrassed that everyone would see that she allowed a man she didn't know kiss her. How times have changed! I mean, she must have been old enough to not care who thought what - if she was already working as a nurse in a hospital.

When I started nursing in the mid-seventies, it was that period of time before HIV - and even genital herpes wasn't really heard of. All STI's were easily cured with an antibiotic. There were no super bugs. A pill or a shot got rid of anything.

I can't imagine a patient today trying to figure out how to skirt the embarrassment of an unknown kiss... Oh well.

As for the Nurse Icon who passed away..... here's to you for making your mark in the world, even if you didn't really know it at the time, or didn't do anything extraordinary to deserve it. You were just a run-of-the-mill, ordinary nurse caught doing an ordinary thing in that one brief moment of time.

And much like that nurse.....we carry on doing all those "ordinary" things in our everyday nursing life that are really so... extraordinary ........

Posted by A NURSE at 8:16 AM
(when I deleted the post....unfortunately most comments went with them, but here is one that did remain....)
1 comments:
Anonymous said...
It's oh so true...the ordinary things nurses do are extraordinary. I'm retired now and have more non-nurse friends than ever before in my life. They are awed by situations we see as just another work day. They've never saved a life or helped someone die peacefully. I hope all of you still out there can enjoy how wonderful you are.
June 25, 2010 10:01 PM
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Saturday, June 5, 2010

Nothing Like Nature

It was a great day today! This is what you see when you drive 1/2 hr down the road from where we live.....only one of the several lakes in our area.
The day couldn't have been more perfect! It was fun visiting the lake where my mother, in 1947, flew in by float plane so she could give swim lessons to the daughter of the famous shoe store chain family. 

I don't think much has changed as far as scenery goes, but definitely the mode of transportation to the lake has! Now you can drive right to the lake whereas, when my mother was a teenager - you could only fly in. Or hike. Or take a horse.

By the way, that is a leaf floating on the water you see on the right bottom area of the picture....the water is that clear!



This is what the same lake looked like in the 1940s when my Mother was there:


This is a photo of my mother (far right) with the people that owned the log cabin up at the lake, and the little girl mom taught swimming lessons to:

This is the float plane my mother came in on :



1 comments:

 Frank Drackman says:

  Hey Nursie,

  I think we got off on the wrong foot. Nice blog, and your Mom
  was very attractive, and I mean that in an entirely non-creepy way.

  If you'd like to contribute to My Blog, drop me a line at
  Drackman62@hotmail.com. I'm all for opposing viewpoints, and
  won't censor or edit your posts to make you look silly, unless it
  contains Gay-Male Porn.
  Lesbian porn is perfectly acceptable.
  You could even be a permanent contributor if that floats your Float Plane:)
  and I Love Nurses, thats why I married one,
  I remain, your obedient Servant, oops, thats how I answer Mrs.Drackman,
  Frank Drackman