I was recently in a delivery with an attending and the baby was extremely stressed out and had failed an operative delivery. We went back for a C-section. We ended up doing a "red" (emergent) C-section even though heart tones weren't down in the OR, because the mother started to have a seizure. Between her tonic-clonic activity and the baby's profound asynclitism, molding, and caput, it was the hardest C-section I've ever done. I couldn't get the baby's head out, so my attending tried. She couldn't, so I tried. I couldn't, so she tried again. Everyone was screaming. And meanwhile, because it was a red section, the room was in chaos. My chief was pushing from below and another attending was called. The original attending couldn't get it out, and I tried one more desperate time (all the while screaming for a Murless) and got it out.
It looked dead, but it had a good one-minute Apgar. It's doing fine now, and so is mom. I spent the rest of the C-section crying, though, because I thought the baby was dead. Five minutes feels like so much longer when your brain is screaming, "the kid's heart rate is slow, the kid is dying!" And that baby was more limp than any other baby I've seen.
Except, perhaps, for the vaginal breech I did the other month. That was awesome.
All's well that ends well, but that C-section was the worst delivery I've ever been in. Please pray for me. The 19-day streak that I mentioned at the end of the last post turned into a 26-day streak followed by one weekend and another 24-day streak. I am so tired!
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
It's been quite some time since I did seven quick takes, a blogging/sharing technique created by Jen Fulwiler in the peak of her blogging days. (It's a cheap way to write a quick post when you're studying for CREOGs.)
I have begun to realize that unity among pro-lifers is harder than I thought. I went to a huge benefit dinner for a (very successful) evangelical pro-life group, and I had to will myself to keep smiling. There was so much talk about how God would save America and how America was going to become great. There was so much talk about proselytism. As a Catholic, I know that God promised His Church would survive, not that my decadent country would survive. And I'm around to evangelize by example, not by discussing acceptance of the Lord with women in crisis.
But I don't have to love everyone's tactics. Pro-life needs unity.
Speaking of unity, Christian unity would be great for the culture, too. I've mentioned before that a lecturer I had in med school defended the LGBTQ community (awkwardly, and not to the enjoyment of the LGBTQ in the audience) by pointing to Christian disunity. He was attempting to explain how LGBTQ Christians should be comfortable with Leviticus, and expansively pointed to the number of denominations there are. The bible means whatever you want!
At this point I'd settle for SSPX or the Orthodox Church coming into whatever communion with the Roman Catholics as is possible.
Here's something to help Christian unity: pray for an increase in your desire for Christian unity. Pray that the disunity will start to be painful to you, rather than just a bummer fact. Schedule this prayer for every time you pass a church of another denomination. Simply pray as you drive: "Lord, unite us."
Are there any college students or PhD candidates reading? I would like a Catholic PhD so that I can fund bench research in mitochondrial replacement, methotrexate mechanism of action investigation, naprotechnology basics, and ectopic rescue. This is a big call--tell friends and relatives I'm looking.
I have several friends who are rapidly becoming more and more accusatory of the Pope. We don't owe him affection, guys! We owe him filial obedience in matters of faith and morals. In the middle ages and renaissance the papacy was super messed up, but Catholics like St. Hildegard, St. Catherine and St. Joan continued to respect it supremely. They respected it because they worshipped Christ and trusted in His decision to establish the office. Let's do the same.
Speaking of Pope Francis, there was a break-out session at the CMA conference about his theology. According to the presenter, his work is a type of Christian personalism, a theology of encounter. Authentic encounter leads to renewal of life and joy, in the pope's view, and a God-given mission follows on this renewal. The Christian mission is always one of mercy, the pope has said, and everyone is called to this mission of mercy.
Moreover, the pope emphasizes frequently that the privileged starting place for our evangelical mission is with the poor. This is because the mission is modeled on Jesus, the "man for others," and thus will entail suffering as we accompany others into the Father's arms. This break-out session was largely drawn from Evangelii Gaudium, but much of Pope Francis' other work echoes these themes.
I started cantoring at my parish a few months ago. I haven't cantored since middle school, and have been saddened by the weakness and loss of range in my voice since residency. My parish desperately needed cantors, so I volunteered.
I was shocked at how much stage fright I've developed! I can do a crash C-section fearlessly but I'm shaking while singing the Ave Maria that I sung at age ten in front of a packed church? It shows me a well of timidity (a form of pride) that I didn't know I had. I've been trying to care less and less about "human testimony" (Jn 5:34), and this is another chance to do that. Plus, it definitely confirms that I am an alto. I tried so hard to be a soprano as a kid, and now there's no doubt left.
I had a wonderful, consoling, productive vacation. This makes me want to be a better doctor, but it also makes me want a calmer schedule. In particular, it makes me dread my upcoming 19-day run without a golden weekend. Say a prayer!