I'm Dr. Itor. Been delivering babies for decades and I've seen it all. From stillborns to preemies to the birth defective. Bearer of bad news-- deliverer of good. I've been labeled 'The Callous M.D.' and I've been highly commended for the fruition of dream children. You can call me Ed.
My office is nothing more than a desk, a leather chair and lots of sterile red ink. These things make my profession. Not to mention, I'm very learned at what I do.
So, you want to know about my most memorable experience? Okay. Here it is.
Sally came to me in her third trimester-- about to give birth to her first child. This was Sally's second pregnancy as her first one had ended with a traumatic miscarriage. I accepted her into my patient files and we immediately began routine diagnostic screening. She was in her late 40's, already making her a risk, however, her lab work came back with optimal results and she displayed the stamina of a teenager. Initially, I was impressed.
Her stretch marks were a deep purple, indicating her growth to be above those who fought the stretching process. Yes. Sally wore her pregnancy with pride.
Her patient forms were flawless. She'd crossed every T and dotted every I-- and boy was her writing legible!
Surely, Sally was a diamond. We physicians appreciate things like this.
And so I knew because of her thoroughness in form completion, that she had suffered a previous miscarriage. It was only fitting for me as her physician to inquire about her medical history-- and so, I did.
"Sally, what happened with your previous pregnancy?"
"Well, Dr. Itor," she says. "I didn't know about the importance of folic acid. Nature knew by my seventh month and…well…"
It was apparent that Sally had since educated herself. The glow upon her face was without a doubt, the most stunning radiance. I wanted to examine her uterus.
"Sally. You're officially dilated to 2 centimeters."
"Yes. You'll be delivering your child any day now. Be patient. Until then, my advice is-- stay true to your baby."
"But, Doctor! I haven't thought of a name yet!"
"You'll think of something and it will be perfect."
One week later, Sally is admitted into the hospital with labor pangs.
Dr. Ed Itor prepares for delivery.
"Push, Sally! It's time to push!"
Sally takes in a deep breath and bears down. A baby's head crowns. Her labor produces a healthy baby boy that breathes independent of its mother. Sally forgets the pain as she soaks him in.
"Congratulations, Sally. No defects. A strong heartbeat. He's one healthy baby."
With tears in her eyes, Sally says, "Dr. Itor, I was afraid to be hopeful. I-- well, I've nothing to clothe him in."
"Don't worry, Sally. The hospital will provide a jacket--free of charge. Although riddled with dust from sitting, they're for such a time as this."
Dr. Itor plunges his red ink and writes one last notation on Sally's chart...
It is done.
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