Helped deliver a baby today (and by helped, I mean stood there while the intern caught the baby, then drew venous cord blood), which was the first delivery since we started L&D. She delivered in triage, no less, which is always more exciting than someone who's been laboring away in a delivery room. Two of my clinic patients came into triage today as well, and they recognized me and seemed grateful to be seeing a familiar face, which felt good. One of them even called me her doctor, even after I reminded her that I was just a med student. "You're STILL my doctor!" she exclaimed. Who says you don't get continuity of care at University Hospital?! Unfortunately, one of them was discharged (actually a very good thing) and the other didn't progress past 5 cm over 5 hours, so I didn't get to see her deliver and she was probably going to end up with a C-section this evening. I'll see her in the morning, though.
I seem to be dealing with the 5a-5p schedule a little better than I did on GynOnc, but that might be because I don't have to spend five hours standing in surgery. I like running around doing things much better. But don't get me wrong; getting up at 4 am is still horrible.
Goal for tomorrow: Deliver the placenta myself. Even better, beat the intern to the delivery and catch the actual baby.
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I had a great visit with my friend Karen and her new baby this weekend. I had a horrible time getting to and from Massachusetts, though. My flight out of Louisville to BWI was delayed three and a half hours, and I ended up missing all the possible connections to Providence, so I spent the night at BWI. I could have gone to a friend's place in Baltimore, but she sounded so tired, and by the time I would have gotten to her apartment, I would have had to leave in five hours to get back to the airport to catch my 7 am flight on Saturday, so the airport was just easier. Luckily, BWI doesn't have armrests between its seats, so I was able to stretch out. Picture me lying on a row of chairs with my cell phone plugged into the wall and resting under my travel pillow, with my hand under the pillow and on top of the phone, curled up in the fetal position under a thin airplane blanket with my wallet between my thighs. It's a sad, sad picture. On top of it all, by the time I got to BWI all the food establishments were closed and I hadn't eaten any dinner, just two packets of peanuts and a 100-calorie snack pack of Oreos. I found a Starbucks that hadn't pulled its gate all the way down yet and begged the guy behind the counter to sell me something, anything. After initially refusing, he took pity on me and told me to put a turkey sandwich in my purse and deny I ever spoke to him. I definitely felt like a homeless person Friday night. My flights home were also delayed, but without as much drama. The culprit? BWI air traffic control. They screwed up Southwest flights around the country this weekend, and I bet it was nothing more than a single air traffic controller who called out sick or something ridiculous like that.
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If you would have gone outside of the security check points, there's this groovy little sandwich restaurant that stays open all night at BWI...reason why I know this? Last summer I had to stay there all night because I had a 7:00am flight back out to California, and figured that after watching an Orioles game that ended at 11:00, going through traffic and getting to the airport at 12:30...it was better just to stay the night. Plus they wouldn't let you inside of the security check in by that time.
It was kinda sucky, but I wasn't the only one getting some shut eye time there, quite a few people were there along with me. So it wasn't that bad in the end. Just a little uncomfortable.
I had to sleep at O'Hare once - and they HAD armrests, so it was kind of awful - plus they vacuumed all around me and they never even turned the lights DOWN. Oh, yeah, they gave me an airline pillow the size of an after-dinner mint and a blanket about the size of a hand towel. Good times.
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