Pouring My Heart Out About Birthing Plans

I’m not going to whine today. I’m not even going to be diplomatic. Because I’m annoyed. Because I believe in the rights of the patient, and because I love obstetrics and neonatology I’ve been reading a lot of blogs where women share their birth stories. And a lot of them write about how they feltContinue reading “Pouring My Heart Out About Birthing Plans”

A Lesson in Strength

They have decided to unleash me upon the baby wards again. I find this funny. My friends joke that they will need to check my handbag before leaving the hospital. Hah. Hah. They have sensors these days that trip an alarm if someone tried to steal a baby. Not that I’d steal a baby. I’mContinue reading “A Lesson in Strength”

Delivery in the Lab

Our last day of autopsies today and I finally took a deep breath and asked my question: “Do you ever get pregnant mothers? Do you look at the babies?” Yes. Sometimes the pregnancy is an incidental finding, tiny 12-week old fetuses. Sometimes they pregnancy is almost term. They won’t usually dissect the fetus, but theyContinue reading “Delivery in the Lab”

The Aftermath of Clinicals

For four weeks, my friends and I woke up at unearthly hours and worked, scutmonkeys, throughout the day – and often the nights. In obstetrics we had 24-hour-calls. We learnt soon just how unglamorous birth could be. We dealt with patients who came in drunk or hungover, patients who expected their baby to simply popContinue reading “The Aftermath of Clinicals”

Delivering the Children of Positive Patients

In medicine, every single patient potentially has HIV.  You can run tests, but the chance remains that your patient could be in the window period. So you don’t know. And your patient may tell you that she doesn’t sleep around, has a faithful partner (who has also been tested), has never been raped and never,Continue reading “Delivering the Children of Positive Patients”

Delivering the Children of Children

They arrive in jeans and flowery T-shirts, or Disney pyjamas. Some hold their shoulders up straight, their body language aggressive or protective at the least. Their gaze defiant. “This is me, this is my body. You do not get to judge me.” Others make themselves small – and become more so because they already AREContinue reading “Delivering the Children of Children”

Why super-specialists should have compulsory clinic duty

We were on call again last night. The CHC was going through a quiet patch (the last delivery had been just past 01:00) and my friends and I were sitting in the students’ room eating cookies, scaring ourselves by looking at all the additives and making silly jokes that are only really funny when youContinue reading “Why super-specialists should have compulsory clinic duty”

My First Delivery

My clinical firm and I were on obstetrics call yesterday. We arrived at a Community Health Clinic (CHC) at 19:00. We had been at the clinic for the day shift, but were sent home since the B.Cur (Nursing) students have preference during the day. The night shift nurses were very nice. A 20 year oldContinue reading “My First Delivery”