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osodecanela) wrote2011-05-17 04:40 am
osodecanela) wrote2011-05-17 04:40 am
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4:30 am......
I'm in the car in the driveway at the house. It's been way too long a night.
Patient went into labor earlythis yesterday morning and finally delivered after midnight, assisted by an OB consultant and a pair of forceps. Mother and son are doing alright, though I'm still cringing. This was the first forceps delivery I've attended in 18 years. It was needed, though many MD's would have reached for a vacuum instead. Either method has it's pros and cons, though in very experienced hands (please read that as not mine), forceps may actually be the safer option.
Mom was pushing very well, but she's small (bordering on tiny), this was her first child and baby was showing signs of not being terribly happy with the whole birthing process. She would have been pushing for another hour at the minimum, and this kid was simply not going to tolerate that.
I've finally driven home, and now that I'm here, must get the day's dictation sent off to my transcriptionist. My husband's asleep, so I'm doing that from the laptop, in the car, in the driveway, leaving him in the tender arms of Morpheus, at least for the time being. I'm way too awake right this moment to sleep, having been through the whole birthing experience, chased by a strong cuppa Joe to safely make thetrip half hour drive home.
'Night all. Outlook just chirruped, letting me know all 26 Megs of data has uploaded and is awaiting said transcriptionist. Time to try and slip into the house and the bed, unnoticed.
Patient went into labor early
Mom was pushing very well, but she's small (bordering on tiny), this was her first child and baby was showing signs of not being terribly happy with the whole birthing process. She would have been pushing for another hour at the minimum, and this kid was simply not going to tolerate that.
I've finally driven home, and now that I'm here, must get the day's dictation sent off to my transcriptionist. My husband's asleep, so I'm doing that from the laptop, in the car, in the driveway, leaving him in the tender arms of Morpheus, at least for the time being. I'm way too awake right this moment to sleep, having been through the whole birthing experience, chased by a strong cuppa Joe to safely make the
'Night all. Outlook just chirruped, letting me know all 26 Megs of data has uploaded and is awaiting said transcriptionist. Time to try and slip into the house and the bed, unnoticed.