Just another day in the neighborhood over here. I haven’t shared any hospital stories lately so here is a glimpse at my day:
It’s 4am, the neighbor’s (endangered) rooster is already crowing. The day starts with a call from Maternity. My first patient was a mama in need of a C-Section. A healthy baby girl joined our world this morning.
After a nap on the couch and a quick breakfast, I’m called back to Maternity for another C-Section. The world is blessed with a second healthy baby girl.
Now that my work in the operating room is done, I start my normal rounds. My first patient is my favorite patient (please don’t tell the others that I have a favorite). She is a beautiful five month old malnourished little one. By God’s grace, her Mama’s hard work, and my limited knowledge on malnourishment she is growing well and gaining weight like a pint-sized champ! Next, I head over to Maternity where I counsel a husband and wife for infertility and make a plan for referral for further lab tests.
Its about this time that I get wind of not only our hospital’s blood shortage but a national blood shortage. I’m also informed that one of my CS Mama’s is anemic, there’s no blood available, and the two of us just happen to have the same blood type. Off to the lab I go to donate blood. It’s quick and relatively painless and the lab staff rewards me with a bottle of Coke. Not a bad deal.
Back in Maternity I round on 7 new mama’s, then head to the New Born Unit. My precious patients in the NBU range from premie babies, to a baby with meconium aspiration, to neonatal jaundice with a bilirubin high enough to cause Kernicterus. I also stop to write a referral for one baby to go to the city for a cranial ultrasound. Heading out of the NBU I’m stopped by a mom with tears in her eyes. Her baby has meconium aspiration and she’s scared. I take a few minutes to explain things to her and encourage her about the improvements her baby has made so far. Relieved she thanks me and I continue on my way.
After lunch I admit another baby with jaundice. Through the Maternity outpatient room I admit and counsel a woman who is unfortunately in the middle of every pregnant mom’s nightmare; an early miscarriage. These cases break my heart.
My last patient of the day is a mom who is 43 weeks pregnant. And I thought I was tired. She’s tucked in to maternity and will hopefully have a healthy baby in her arms soon.
I am home now resting, feeling a little dizzy after my blood donation. A healthy dinner is in the crockpot (I seriously love my crockpot), my kids are riding bikes in the front yard. God is good!