INTERN YEAR IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(can you tell I'm just a little excited?!). Today was my LAST DAY of being "OB-Intern-1" and getting a bazillion calls/pages per day, being sucked into triage with every new patient (there are a LOT of pregnant people right now [including one very special one!!! CONGRATS,
Wendi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]), doing postpartum scut/discharge summaries, mad amounts of orders, and other miscellaneous paperwork.
It is a wonderful feeling. I'm trying to forget that, like my FP/psych compadre, Michelle, we are still pseudo-interns until we finish our required intern rotations (which, for me, are largely peds), but completing a
chronological terrible year is worth celebrating, right?
It's been a busy couple of days! Yesterday was hopping all day and then, there slightly late trying to finish up an antepartum admit H and P, I ran to help in a (predicted, and actual) shoulder dystocia delivery and then, since the night team was divided between that repair for that and the ongoing c-section for 26-week twins for severe preeclampsia, there was postpartum hemorrhaging and another near-delivery-onto-the bed that I got called to take care of! I didn't get out of there until 10 p.m.! Ick!
Today was nearly as busy-- some of the new OB interns came and hung out w/ me in the morning to learn EMR and how things "flow" on L and D (totally impossible to communicate in a morning, but I think my running around at least gave them a sense for the craziness that is OB!). We had several deliveries (the peds residents on newborn nursery are hating us-- there were something like 12 deliveries on Sunday night, 8 more yesterday, and many more "greens" [laboring patients] today!).
Then the dreaded.... I went to "AROM" (break the water bag) one of the laboring pts, a G2 (doing this for multips generally speeds labor greatly). She was up to 6 cm and the bag was bulging and the head felt comfortably low for me but, following rupture, the baby started having variable decelerations in the heart rate, concerning for cord compression. The heart rate would recover, but the decels were deep and, one time, the heart rate stayed low (i.e. 50s) for several minutes.... The R2, Chief, etc. were all there in the room with me for several minutes until they finally called a Code-C [an emergency C-section], which is broadcast all over the hospital. Yikes. In the flurry of activity that accompanies such a decision, the patient (Spanish speaking), was terrified (rightfully so), being wheeled back expeditiously to the OR. Fortunately, with change in positioning and a new FSE (fetal scalp electrode), we were able to continue to trace the baby's heart rate, which recovered to its normal. She did not end up needing the c-section, and went on to deliver vaginally completely normally, with the baby's Apgars of 9 and 9. Nevertheless, it was terrifying. I felt so horrible that I may have done something routine which had caused things to turn south so quickly.
I am going to be terrified to ever AROM again. And.... even more terrifying... as the R2 in less than 1 week, I should be DOING the C-sections (even possibly codes!!!) that pop up. I'm not sure I'm ready.
Anyway, enough of that medicine stuff, although it certainly made for an exciting last day.
I celebrated being DONE w/ some of my fellow FP interns @ Rubicon's Brewery downtown. Some of us are going white-water rafting tomorrow, and then down to southern Cal for the weekend before Year 2 starts on July 1.
GOOD-BYE TO INTERN YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(And HELLO to growing
new baby Kitsteiner!!) :)
So much to celebrate:)