I work in a facility with a crib bed in use. It is used for patient safety as this particular patient tends to throw himself out on the floor and even w/mats at the bedside he ends up getting hurt. During the day he is currently able to walk with help and will sit in a chair w/supervision. At night he is restless and moves spastically and ends up throwing himself out on the floor; bed rails do not help as he ends up just hurting himself on the rails. He appears to like the crib bed as it gives him a sense of a safe environment, he goes into it willingly every night and comes out smiling in the morning. In health care as in every other facet of life we should not make blanket statements until you know the whold situation. What may appear as cruelty to you may actually give someone a sense of safety! That seems to be the problem with many such things that should be based on the individual instead of trying to solve all problems with the same solution; doesn't work!
That is one siriously creepy place ~shivers~
those examination tables are so sinister... PS I live in creepy old england and that still seems creepy to me!
Babies do get put into institutions. It happens less now because of other options and the lack of facilities that care for babies. Babies aren't usually put into an institution because of lack of love. They are put there out of love. I am going to tell you in as few words as possible what I mean. A little over eighteen years ago I was a very young single mother with a newborn baby girl. Ultrasounds during my pregnancy revealed that her brain had developed differently than most. She had what is know as agenesis of the corpus callosum and it is rare without much known about it. Probably the most famous person with this condition is Kim Peek (or the real life Rain Man). I was young, single and with my whole life ahead of me when they handed me this baby and told me they didn't even know if she would know who I was. They recommended immediate placement in an institution. I looked at my baby and decided to take her home and do whatever I could for as long as I could. That was my decision. However, I had parents that where there for me. Maybe without them I couldn't have done it. She has many problems but is far more independent than they predicted. There will come a day when I can't take care of her any more. And in that day I will be thankful that there are people who chose to take care of those that can't take care of themselves. I took her home because I had a family that could help me. If I had been all alone I may not have been able to do it. Thank God there are people who will give of themselves to the babies who need more than their birth mothers can give. A mother's love doesn't always come from just one heart. Sometimes it comes from a combination of many hearts working together.
Lynne's comment about Americans being stingy about paying taxes makes an important point: our society as a whole should take responsibilty for the abuse of clients placed in the hands of poorly paid, overworked providers. It is difficult work and the provider is only human, as are we all.
Last year I had surgery on my spine. I was not able to bend for ages. The bed in hospital had rails, which I found very helpful. I could pull myslef up or down the bed, use them to roll over, and to sit up to feed. The crib is not too far removed from my hospital bed, and it may have been equally useful for disabled patients to have something to get hold of.