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The Birth

Marion, a young woman, came to the hospital. She was pregnant and the first pangs had already begun. So far, everything had been fine, but the child wanted to get out soon. She stood at the counter and had all her blue lips. "Can I help you?" Ask an assistant. The pregnant answered in the affirmative. Suddenly the young woman collapsed. "Dr. Brenner:" Here's a pregnant woman, Dr. Brenner! " Cried the assistant. The doctor came quickly out of the treatment room, his white smock wafting around, and his torn hair whipped up and down. "I need a couch!" He pointed out, and when this was there, two assistants and the doctor stored the more pregnant on the couch. They took her to the shock room, where the doctor pushed the ultrasound machine to the patient. At first he took his flashlight and looked to see if the pupils responded to the light, then buttoned the woman off and had to find out that she had elbowed her elbow. "Hello, can you tell me what they are called?" I am Dr. Brenner, the doctor on duty at the emergency room. " The Arab physician addressed her. "Please do the monitoring * and enter your 2 liters of oxygen." The doctor decided. "Yes Doctor." Said the one assistant. The light was extinguished and the ultrasound unit would be lit. The organs all looked ok. But the child did not fit through the birth canal, the doctor had to establish a frightening way. "Please prepare them for an emperor's cut, call them in surgery, and report them as an emergency, they must receive the Kaiserschnitt immediately, or the child will die!" The doctor asked the staff. 10 minutes later, a doctor stood ready and the woman was pushed into the room. There she was relocated to the metal table. Quickly again all devices were checked. The Op could begin.

In Room 355 Lucia Falke lay, she had had her pains yesterday, and had just been transferred to the Gynecological Station. Her contractions were getting stronger and a gynecologist was already there to help with the birth of the child. Meanwhile, Frau Falke was sitting on the typical gynecologist's chair. The mother's mouth opened and closed several times. Then the fruit bubble burst, fruit water dripped onto the grounded soil and every time it made loud splash and plitsch. The child also came slowly with the fruit water. "You must now press hard!" Said the doctor more and more frequently. After a few minutes, the child's forehead looked out and then it went very fast. First came the nose, then the mouth, then the shoulders and finally came to the daylight.

In Op, the skin was opened and the bladder looked out. Blood was blotted out, then the bladder was severed with the scalpel. The child was lifted from the mother's body by the surgeon.

In the room 355 and in the Op:
The child screamed. It was a boy. That was good! The doctor took the child to a prepared treatment table. The stethoscope was important to hear the heart sounds. Everything was okay. Then blood was taken, that was routine and it was prescribed! The access (use often only in hospitals) remained for three days, if one still had to give medication. The blood sample was taken to the internal laboratory and the mother was already 30 minutes later. "I have to tell you unfortunately that your child has cancer." Said the doctor sadly touched. It was not a nice diagnosis, that was clear.

Mrs. Dorn heard this, instinctively holding her child more firmly and hyperventilated. The seam was quite fresh and stretched over her belly. The quick breath broke off abruptly. She was no longer breathing. The doctor did not notice this, however, because the woman had not been monitored. The breath was still still. Dr. Brenner ran to the desk, took out a sheet of paper, and smeared something quickly and spikily on the page. He had just now recorded the child data. There were weight, height, blood type, already identified diseases, the parents, the data of the parents and his signature. He turned to the woman, then his breasts no longer lifted and lowered. The physician hurriedly hurried to the couch and began immediately the heart pressure massage. The breathing had not been rescinded for seven minutes, but the doctor had to work with the corpse for 15 minutes. His effort was futile, he had to say. Then he looked at the clock: 12:04! He fetched the death certificate and filled it properly. Then he covered the corpse and drove them to the pathology. There she had to be autopsied. The child had no mother. She had not mentioned a name as the child should be called.

* Monitoring is ECG, pulse meter, oxygen saturation