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Maurice el milagro

Dear Glo,

I wanted to tell you about an experience I had the other day on labor and delivery.  I don't think I told you on the phone, if I did forgive me, I just felt like I should tell you.

So, I was covering emergency labor and delivery on Tuesday morning from 7-12.  I had been hanging around waiting for anything to happen from 7:00 to 9:30 and nothing was happening so I went down stairs to my boss's office to talk to her.

I was sitting there at 9:34 and I got a call from labor and delivery that a person in the waiting area had a ruptured uterus and we had to rush her back for an emergency cesarean section.  I got up, ran down two halls, ran up three flights of stairs, ran to the OR and the patient was laying on the bed and they were getting her ready for a c/s. We had to do an intubation to put her to sleep because it was an emergency.  They could not tell if they could hear the baby's heartbeat on the monitor in the room.  So I got my hat, my mask and washed up and got my gown and gloves on.  At this point the anesthesia people were getting her ready to put her to sleep.  We splashed iodine on her belly and washed her off and draped her. Thankfully a doctor who was waiting for a c/s of her own, came into the room to help as it was an emergency.  I was pretty stressed but took some deep breaths and got ready.  We waited till they said go and I did the incision through the skin, through the fascia, through the muscles and when I opened her up, the baby had torn out of the uterus and the baby and the placenta were already completely out of the uterus.  That means the baby had no blood supply for however long the placenta had been detached.  I pulled the baby and the placenta out of the abdomen, it was not in the uterus, and handed both to the awaiting Neonatal nurses.  Honestly, I thought the baby was dead.  It had no blood supply for an indeterminate amount of time and this had been going on-the ruptured uterus for some time because the uterus showed signs of this having been going on for a long time.  Anyway, I closed up the uterus with the other doctor, I stopped some bleeding and cleaned out her abdomen and asked how the baby was and they said it was responding.  Then they took it away.  We closed up her belly and got her cleaned up and then I went to the NICU.  I saw the baby and he was with a mask on but he was breathing room air and had muscle tone and seemed ok.  I went back to the OR to tell them and the anesthesia guy comes up to me and says to make the chart completely pristine because he says they will sue me because this is a very lawyer active hospital.  So I then go the patient's boyfriend in her room and go to tell him the story and his Mom is on the phone.  The mom screams over the speaker of the phone "you betta not have injected my daughter, you betta not have injected my daughter".  Both of them are mad and yelling at me.  I calmly told them the story, that the nurse midwife called the c/s quickly, the anesthesia team did a great job and we got the baby out fast and he seems healthy.  Then I went and got pictures of the baby and texted them to the grandma and the dad and everyone was all calmed down.  They named him Maurice and Mom and baby went home healthy and well. 

It was a miracle Glo.

If that had not turned out ok, I would for sure be getting sued, because even though I did everything I could, if it had not turned out ok, they would be mad and would come after me.

Thankfully, God protected Maurice and me and he is at last check doing well.

I am very thankful for this and that everything turned out ok.  

Love you Glo!

Con amor,

Papa

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