Last night was my last night at Regional. Surprisingly, not cancelled and I worked the whole shift even. The night went fairly uneventful. I did have a c-section, but nothing big. But, then my friend called me in to help, and did a l exam (wonder if that word will get filtered) and there was a prolapse cord (very dangerous -- cord can become compressed by the baby's head and the cervix). Once you find one, you don't leave it, until the baby's out. And, we all know where you FIND one...
Anyway, there I sat with this poor woman (who is actually a lucky woman in the broad perspective) until the baby was out -- probably around 30-40 minutes. The mom has to be in a knee-chest position, and I'll just let you picture this whole thing for yourself.
But, as I was driving home I was thinking that nothing happens without a reason. I kinda feel like God wanted me to "go-out with a bang" -- something to always remember Regional with.
BTW, the parents were amazingly appreciative after this whole ordeal, and it is nice to feel appreciated every now and then... isn't it?