Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I'll try again tomorrow...One day I'll make it out

Friday, November 23, 2012

OB...G Y N

From one woman to another, we are special!!! Anatomically speaking that is. But the truth is OB/GYN has never been my thing. I prayed for my rotation to end from the first day. And lets not talk about the first delivery I assisted. I had sworn to never have sex. Delivering babies...not for me! Yet I could not run away. The unfortunate (or fortunate depending on how you see it) thing about being a General Practitioner aka GP in da house, is that you get to do EVERYTHING. Even sticking your hand in strangers' vaginas!
How many times have I wanted to defer genital exams. I'd stare round the room looking for a valid excuse, but when you're dealing with vaginal complaints, not doing an exam is medical malpractice. I just needed to make myself a reason. So I focused on the anatomy. Truth is I had shun away from vaginal exams so much during my cores that I wasn't even sure what to feel for. I mean, it was easy like ABC; all you had to do was stick your finger in there (uurrgh), but really, what was I looking for? So I had to read up! Labia majora, vagina, cervix- long, short, effaced, closed, 4cm dilated, posterior. At first, all the same to me. But the more I examined the better I got.
But let's not get carried away. I can't forget that night when I was on call. The nurse came to fetch me to meet the woman in labour. Honestly, I'd known that the day would come when I would be alone in a situation like this. God had already warned me: I had delivered a placenta, not the baby. This time, it was the real deal: a huge belly and a handful of nurses looking up to me. Somehow I had to live up to their expectations so I started with what I was good at: the genital exam.
Cervix was posterior, 60o/o effaced and 4cm dilated, but because she was primiparous I wasn't expecting her to birth anytime soon. I guess God decided to have mercy on me (and on her of course) because I had hardly worn gloves when I was already maneuvering the baby out of the vagina. When the baby was out and I had clipped off her umbilical cord I got this amazing feeling that I've never had before. Man, my first delivery!!! I was in heaven like for real. Too bad, the feeling didn't last as I remembered that I wasn't done. As I sashayed my arm around the genital tract I realized that I barely knew the owner. Also that I'd been right all along: OB/GYN wasn't for me. But since I get to do little bit of everything as a GP, why not enjoy this opportunity until I start a residency? Till this day, I've done several other genital exams and deliveries.