I had an experience that took me completely by surprise. It was 7 a.m. and I was worn out. !2 hours in the trauma bay, nine of them with one pt, d/t the lack of a bed in the ICU. The day shift arrived, I gave report and decided to help by hanging one more liter of Saline. That's when I heard it. The woman out in the hall, around the corner was hollaring, "No! No-o-o-o-o-o!" I thought to myself, 'Oh, knock it off! ' I figured that she was opposing the care being provided, and I was just flat out of compassion. My feet hurt and I was headed HOME!!!
Then I heard a nurse calling, from that same direction, for help, I ran out into the hall and down around the corner. The scene was bizarre. There on the floor lay the woman, hollaring, with the nurse and a very worried looking husband leaning over her. There was no mistaking the size of her belly. And, from the sound of her moans, this baby was coming FAST!!
"Get the doctor!" the nurse yelled past me, as she turned to the patient, commanding, "Don't push!!!" Someone ran for the doctor as I grabbed a gurney and a blanket. Several people lifted the laboring woman up onto the mattress, and, throwing the blanket across her, I jumped to the head of the gurney and began pushing it down the hall toward the elevator. The doctor rounded the corner, grabbing the foot of the gurney, and we RAN. The night shift MD sprinted for the elevator and slapped the button (Just to make sure we got safely out of his ER, I think!)
Someone called upstairs to alert them of our arrival.
The elevator doors opened. In flew the gurney, followed by me, then the doctor. The doors closed. I looked down to see that the woman was doing some serious pushing, still wearing her pants! I bent down, yanked them off, and out popped a slippery little girl, cleverly sliding around her mom's skimpy underwear!
The doctor grabbed the blanket and the baby. I whipped out my hemostat and clamped the cord, as the elevator doors opened. We were met by the smiling O.B. staff.
Forming a rather odd procession we marched down the hall. I held the hand of the relieved and happy, albeit, exhausted mother. The doctor held the baby whose cord was still attached to the undelivered placenta. We were quite a sight.
And, my feet? They didn't hurt anymore, at ALLl!