Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Follow Your Gut

I spent the night trying to get a woman into labor who, on paper, had been augmented for post dates but who, in reality, was a TOLAC (her first was a c-section and then she had a successful VBAC a few years ago) who had started prenatal care at 19 wks and was only seen in the office 5 times since then. So, it’s been worse, right? And we actually got her GBS status (negative) somewhere in those 5 visits. Anyway, she was 41 wks by that 19 wk US and decidedly not in labor when I got to L and D.

She was reported to me as “favorable” at 2/50/-3 which I wouldn’t call supremely ripe as I gave her a bishop’s score of 5. She was “contracting” but her ctx were almost undetectable by the patient. But hey, she was on the floor, pit had been started, she was a multip and I had already prepared to be up all night. She finally changed to 3 and proceeded to an epidural. And like so many of my patients, had some rest and 4 hours later she was 8 and 100 with a BBOW.

I also ended up admitting a multip (a G6P2022 to be exact) who called me around 4am c/o irregular contractions since 3am. No bleeding, no LOF, no HA, +FM… I’m like: Call me back when the contractions are regular, like every 5-10 minutes for an hour. “Really?” She says. “But I really think I’m in labor!”

“I think you might be in labor too! That’s great. Call me back.”

I barely finished my telephone note on her when I get a phone call from our answering service. It was the same pt. Calling back less than 15 minutes later reporting 2 painful contractions since we had spoken last.

I mean, is this me? Is it my practice? Is it just people? What the fuck is up with that?

I call her back. “You didn’t make it the full hour, huh?” I said trying to mask my annoyance.

“No.”

“So, tell me what’s going on.”

“Well, it’s just these contractions! They keep coming and coming! I just keep having them! And man they hurt so much!”

I checked the number against her chart. Yep, same woman who has supposedly had 2 other children vaginally.

“Well, you’re in labor, honey.” I said a little softer. “You’re supposed to have contractions. And it’s supposed to hurt.”

“But I’m nauseous and getting all hot and these contractions keep coming!”

“All normal. You’re doing great.”

“But…”

“Are you saying you would like to come in and be evaluated?”

“Yes!”

“Okay, come on in.”

I just don’t get it. When someone has been in labor before, not once but twice (!), why do they always seem so surprised with the pain of contractions, or, actually, with just simply the contractions themselves?? What are people preparing for during those 40 weeks? No seriously, tell me! I am at a loss here. I probably get at least one report like this every night I’m on call. I understand the fear. I understand the sense of feeling out of control. I even understand the somewhat misguided feeling that the hospital is a better place for women to be than their own homes when they are in labor. But surprise? Complete and utter surprise than contractions just, well, happen? (I smell a bumper sticker here…) I do not get that. So, she got to triage, she was 5/100 and high. I admitted her and she decided she wanted an epidural before I had a chance to say anesthesia.

And then it was 7am. Glorious oh glorious 7am. This is the time I start to write my last notes, do my rounds on my patients, say goodbye, let them know who the next midwife will be…it gives me a sense that morning has broken and my own warm bed is in the very near future.

I gave report on these two patients and the CNM who was on call for the day told me she had three inductions scheduled in addition to these two patients I just left her. “Well,” I said, “I do think these two will probably go. Both are in pretty good labor now.”

“You never know.” She said back to me. “You just never know. You think these multips will go and then you are surprised. They stall or something happens…You just never know.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I said “But, I don’t know. They might.”

“You just never know.”

The on call midwife and the pp rounder started chatting as I was getting my coat on. They were talking about 2 recent IUFDs we had in our practice. Both 3rd trimester. In one situation the MD wanted the patient to come in for a f/u NST after 1 episode of decreased fetal movement for which she had been evaluated and it was found to be benign. The doc just wanted to run another strip.

“Just because she ‘had that feeling’” The midwife said.

“Oh yes.” The other midwife said “That ‘feeling’. You have to follow your gut. You have to follow your intuition. That thing that keeps you up at night. You have to listen to it.”

Now hold on. I thought I just had a good feeling about these 2 multips headed into some nice active labor and possibly second stage. And I got shot down. I got the “you never know” response. But why sometimes, usually in hindsight I might add, do you get the “you just have to follow your gut” response. There are so many problems I have with this. Besides the glaring hypocrisy here, I think sometimes your “gut” is so wrapped up in feeling scared that it is difficult to “know” what the truth is. I also do not believe you can ever tell what the future holds. I also do not believe that because that doctor wanted the patient to have that NST and the pt refused and the baby was without a heartbeat the following week, that that doctor somehow had a 6th sense about the fetus’ wellbeing. Or maybe it’s just that I don’t feel that I have that intuition (yet?) so I don’t even want it to exist.

But here is something I do know: I left the hospital, walked into the parking garage and just 3 cars away from mine was a blue station wagon with the license plate “BELLY”. I rolled my eyes, might have uttered a tiny “ew” as I passed and knew in an instant that that must be the car of a fellow midwife. I mean look, she followed her gut, right? And look where it got her.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Sweet 16

I like to think I can relate to my teen patients. Yes I have 15 years on them, and yes, my skin isn’t as taught as theirs, and maybe I am not quite as computer literate as they are but I do like to think that I’m still sort of hip, I can still remember what it’s like to be young and not trusted and clueless about so many things. So I really make determined efforts, when young women come in for birth control or their first annual or an unwanted pregnancy, to make them feel safe and at home and like they can be honest about themselves and their situation. But sometimes, the adult in me comes out. And it surprises and actually upsets me when the adult/caretaker head rears itself at unpredictable times. I can’t tell if it’s actual caring that’s happening or just frustration and anger with the bad mistakes I see being made by some of these girls.

Yesterday I had a 16 year old girl on my panel who was coming in for her annual exam and her depo shot. Just seconds after I walked into the exam room it became clear that I would not have a huge amount of patience for this patient and that my “adult” head was starting to grow and grow and grow. She hadn’t filled out her intake form that each patient is asked to complete prior to their visit. She “lost” it. So, we filled it out together. She is a sexually active 16 year old female with NKDA currently not in a relationship but using depo for contraception who feels safe at home. She has been using depo for just about a year now but doesn’t like the “irregular” bleeding, which for her is spotting q 2 months. She’s interested in another form of birth control but can’t remember to take the pill and thinks the nuva ring is “confusing”. Her medical history is benign. She has a significant family history of alcoholism and a cancer that she does not remember the name of. She smokes ½ a pack a day but denies drug use. She uses ETOH 1-2 times a month.

She does not perform monthly self breast exams. She does not wear her seatbelt.

“You never wear it?” I ask.

“Nah…I don’t like to.”

“Why not?”

“Well, I wear it when I think I’m in a dangerous situation.”

“You should really wear your seatbelt all the time.”

“Well, I’m really good at knowing when the situation is dangerous. And basically when I’m in the car I just put my feet up on the dashboard so that would brace me if there was a crash or something.”

“Your legs would break if you were in a head on collision.”

“Well…better my legs than my head, right?”

“You should wear your seatbelt.”

“My friends and I were in a car accident and one guy got hurt pretty badly.”

“That’s too bad.”

“I saved his life.”

“uh huh”

“I did. I saved his life. There were four of us sitting in the back and I just laid right across everyone. If I hadn’t bee there he would have gotten hurt so much more. Human seatbelt!”

“…”

“So, I think about wearing my seatbelt more I guess.”

“I hope one of your friends doesn’t have to die before you start to wear your seatbelt all the time.” My “education” was devolving into scare tactics. It was terrible.

“No, I really saved his life.”

“Listen, I know when you walk out of this room you are going to do whatever you want to do. But as your care provider I have to encourage, no advise, you to wear your seatbelt.” And then it got worse. “I’m sure you and your friends are incredibly safe people and drivers.” I said. “It’s the other drivers on the road I’m concerned about. That’s where the unpredictability is.”

She didn’t buy it. She just smiled her sweet 16 smile. And started texting someone.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

blogging for happiness

For some reason, though I’ve had more than my fair share of scary, challenging, and memorable experiences in the past few weeks, I just haven’t been as compelled to write. Maybe I don’t need the catharsis right now. Maybe I’m sick of writing about my incompetence and insecurity. Maybe I’m just distracted by all the planning I’ve been doing for my recent Passover Seder. But I heard a story on NPR about blogging and it basically said people who blog are generally happier than those who don’t, even when they are talking about the most boring and mundane things. I’m not sure I actually believe that. But if the biggest side effect of writing this blog is boring all of the people (you) who are reading these entries, I figure it’s worth a try. So even when it feels like there is nothing to write about…I’m gonna put pen to page, or, ahem, fingers to keyboard, and get something down. So, today I have for you some choice parts of a conversation I had with one of my patients in the office today: (let it be known that this was the end of a very very very long day. And this pt was very very very late.)

CNM: So what brings you in today?

Pt: To be tested.

CNM: to be tested for anything in particular?

Pt: No. I guess not, just…everything?

CNM: So…would you like me to test you for strep throat?

Pt: um

CNM: …

Pt: I guess?

CNM: Are you here for STD testing?

Pt: Yeah, that. I want that.

CNM: Are you having any particular symptoms? Or do you think you’ve been exposed to an STD?

Pt: Yeah.

CNM: Which?

Pt: I sort of have something weird coming from down there.

CNM: From where?

Pt: From, you know, my hole.

CNM: Which hole? There are 3 of them.

Pt: Oh, I guess my…

CNM: Your vagina?

Pt: uh, yeah.

Later in the conversation:

CNM: Any other recent changes or problems with other systems of your body? Respiratory issues? Burning with urination? GI changes like constipation or diarrhea?

Pt: Well actually, now that you mention it, I have had some diarrhea for the past couple of days and I’m not sure why unless it’s the extra shot of hazelnut I’ve been getting in my coffee…

I couldn’t help myself. I laughed. Very, very loudy. And I have to admit, writing it down now is making me smile.