This is my second week in obstetrics (I don’t like it here) and *phew* all the stories I can write about. If I took the time to write every single thing down, I would probably have a book written by the time I finish this course.
My first day of obstetrics- I went with my partner to assist in delivering a baby by natural birth. He helped while I observed because I never like to go first (and only one assistant is needed at a time). So in our OB/GYN rotation, we get this paper with all the procedures that we have to observe and get signatures for to be able to pass this course. For obstetrics, we have to assist in at least one caesarian section (C/S) and one natural spontaneous delivery (NSD).
Before entering obstetrics, I went to view a NSD first to roughly get an idea of what we are supposed to do in the delivery room, and that was the first time I had ever seen someone giving birth. It wasn’t quite as I had expected. The mother seemed calm and collected, breathing in deeply then letting go and letting nature take its natural course. She knew what she was doing, despite it being her first ever pregnancy. She was left shaking on the delivery table after the baby had come out, her skin still porcelain, not a single hint that she had just pushed a baby out. That was probably the most elegant delivery that I’ll ever get to see in my life.
This mother today, on the other hand, felt much more realistic… much like the dramatic birthing scenes you would see on TV. She was a 31 year old woman with the sweetest voice, if you had only listened to her voice, you’d mistaken her for a girl in her teens. She screamed painfully from the moment we entered the delivery room, all the way until the doctor was done suturing her wounds. It sounded like the most painful thing anyone has to ever go through.
After the baby was born, the father ran to the baby and started taking photos while the mom was being sutured up.
“That’s a pretty baby! He has such big eyes” all the nurses gushed over the baby boy. “He could be in a diaper commercial!” They all took turns analyzing who the baby got his traits from, and that’s when the father said the most senseless thing..
“He looks like his mom, maybe the baby’s not mine.”
Maybe the baby’s not mine?!?!
He said it a few more times as the mother let out the most painful moans while being sutured up. I don’t know what you guys think, but that is the most senseless thing I’ve ever heard. Imagine going through labor and having your man’s baby only for him to joke about maybe the baby’s not his. I know it’s a joke but it’s absolutely so uncalled for! If I were the mother I’d be ballistic.
And then as the wife was being transferred from the delivery table back to her bed, the father went over to take some photos of her. Sweet of him to want to document everything, but I guess the mother didn’t want to have bad photos of her taken.
“Stop taking photos or I’ll kick you!!” she cried out.
To which he responded, “you can’t reach me right now anyway.”
I was dumbfounded.
Maybe this is how they show love to each other, I’m not one to judge. But I can’t be the only one who finds this father a bit senseless.
Was this father a bit overboard or am I just too single to understand this type of humor? Let me know what you think in the comments down below!
Until next time,
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