Modern medical technology is never wrong…

Her water broke as she stepped into the rescue. She lay on the stretcher, “I think I’m having the baby.”

“What is your due date?”

“June 15th”

I relaxed. Modern medical technology in never wrong about these things. If they say the due date is the 15th, the 15th it shall be.

“Don’t worry, you’re not due for a while. We’ll get you to the hospital in plenty of time.”

“I really think I’m having the baby.”

I covered her with a sheet and had a looksee. All quiet on the southern front. Just to be safe we took a driver from Engine 8 and one of their guys in back and started the six minute trek to Woman and Infants Hospital.

“Are there any complications?” I asked the forty year old woman whose second child seemed intent on making an early entry into this world.”

“I really think I’m having this baby now.”

I lifted the sheet and took another look. That wasn’t there a minute ago.

“Rick, you may want to step it up,” I said to the driver as we approached the Rt. 95 on ramp, looking away for a moment.

I took another look.

“I think you’re having the baby.”

Rescue ride to Woman and Infants, $450.00stork pin
Supplemental oxygen, $25.00
Umbilical Clamps, $13.00
The look on the mother’s face when I repeated her words….priceless

I placed the palm of my right hand gently on the crowning head and felt mom’s abdomen. For some unknown reason I rubbed her belly like a genie lamp, slow circular motions.

“You know, having a baby in a moving rescue isn’t all that bad,” I said, or something equally ridiculous as I continued rubbing her belly. She shouted, just a little. I looked down.

Mark and Adam had the emergency maternity kit open, clamps lined up, scalpel ready, blanket open, bulb syringe ready, pedi mask standing by.

Three minutes away from my salvation. If she could only hold on.

Instead, my patient load doubled.

In a rush of fluid and momentum a healthy, eight pound baby girl joined us in the rescue. For a second that seemed like an eternity everything stopped; except for the speeding rescue, as the baby lie still on the stretcher. As I reached for her a small cry. Then she took her first breath, then another. Then, as I picked her up and dried her another, louder cry as her skin turned pink.

Adam clamped the umbilical cord, then separated mother and child, but only for an instant.

I handed the package over.

“It’s a girl.”

If I thought her look from before was priceless, I hadn’t seen nothin’ yet.

1 Comment

  • Mercy Reynolds says:

    “…..and I looked at it… and it wasn’t getting any better. So I went over to my wife, and kissed her ever so gently on the lips, and I said “I love you, very very much dear. You just… had… a lizard.” I mean, because the thing changed colors like, five times! And I said to the doctor, “Can you put this back? Cause it isn’t finished cooking! It needs to cook two, three months!” But the hospital made us take it home. “

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