from the anaesthetic, she would see her and let her know what was happening. She was pleased that her first case had gone well—not that she doubted her ability, but Caitlin knew that sometimes even straightforward cases could suddenly go wrong.
After she had finished in Theatre, she asked one of the nurses to take her to Special Care. She wanted to check on the baby before she spoke to the mother.
She found Andrew bending over the infant, listening to its chest. He looked up at her, his deep brown eyes warm. ‘He’s going to be fine, I think,’ he said. ‘We’ll know better in a few days. You did a good job back there.’
Caitlin looked around the small high-tech unit. It reminded her of the one back in Dublin, but she guessed that there was a uniformity with all hospitals in the Western world. There were five babies in at the moment, with anxious parents sitting by their incubators. Her heart went out to them. It must be so hard to feel so helpless, to know that the life of your child depended on the doctors and nurses.
Having finished examining the baby she had recently delivered, and announcing himself satisfied for the time being, Andrew suggested he show her around.
‘We have around four thousand deliveries a year here,’ he said. ‘We get difficult cases from quite far away. The air ambulance brings mothers and kids in on a regular basis. You might like to go out with the team some time.’
‘I’d love to,’ Caitlin said enthusiastically. ‘I’ve never been on anything like it before. I guess in a country of this size, it happens a lot.’
‘Often enough,’ Andrew said. ‘We take turns being on call for the air ambulance. I’ll rota you in for the same time as me. Okay?’
At Caitlin’s nod he went on. ‘I’ll take you up to Personnel. I know you sent all your paperwork in advance, but there may be one or two pieces they need from you. After that I’ll give you the tour.’
After she’d completed the necessary paperwork, Andrew introduced her to the midwives and doctors she’d be working with. There were too many faces for her to remember everyone’s names straight away, that would take time, but all the staff seemed very welcoming.
Her first afternoon was to be spent in Theatre. One of the senior midwives, a cheerful woman called Linda, took her on a round of the antenatal ward. Andrew left them to it while he went to do his own rounds. After the ward round Linda took Caitlin to the general gynaecology ward and introduced her to the patients she had scheduled for Theatre.
After seeing all the patients on her afternoon’s list, Linda stopped in front of a woman who was perched on the end of the bed and looked as if she was ready to run a mile.
‘This is Mrs Mary Oliphant,’ Linda introduced the woman. ‘She’s in to have her tubes examined. She and her husband have been trying for a baby for a year, and their family doctor thinks she should have her tubes checked before they think about IVF.’
‘Good idea,’ Caitlin said. Mrs Oliphant seemed to relax a little. ‘It’s a very quick procedure,’ Caitlin said. ‘We’ll take you down to the scanning room and pass a catheter through your cervix, squirt some dye and have a look. We don’t even need to anaesthetise you, but we’ll give you a couple of painkillers as it can be uncomfortable. The good news is that you’ll have the results straight away.’
‘And if my tubes are blocked? What then? Does that mean we won’t be able to have children?’ Mary’s lip trembled. ‘We really want a baby.’ A tear slipped down her cheek. ‘I blame myself. I was determined to wait until my career was established before we started a family. But what if I’ve left it too late?’
‘Hey, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,’ Caitlin said soothingly. ‘Let’s do the echovist first and we can talk again then.’ She took her hand. ‘Anyway, you’re not that old.’ She smiled. ‘Although a woman’s fertility does decline markedly after the age of thirty-five, you’re still on the right side of forty. And there is a test we can do which will tell us just how well your ovaries are responding. I’ll take a blood sample today, and I should have the results for you soon. I also suggest that we test your husband. That way, if you need to think about IVF you’ll be ready to go. How does that sound?’
As she spoke a thought slipped into her head. Time was passing for her too. It was quite possible that if she changed her mind about wanting children, she too would find she’d left it too late. It was one thing not to want children, quite another to have the choice taken away. She squeezed the thought to the back of her mind. Why was she suddenly thinking children might be an option in the future, when until now she had been sure children weren’t for her? She forced her attention back to her patient. It was Mary who she had to think about. She deserved her full attention.
Mary smiled, seeming reassured. ‘That sounds great,’ she said. ‘I just want to know so we can decide our next step. Thank you for taking the trouble to talk to me.’
‘Hey, that’s what we’re here for.’ Caitlin smiled. ‘I’ll see you down in the scanning room shortly. First let’s take that blood sample.’
Quickly, Caitlin took a sample of blood from Mrs Oliphant’s arm and passed it to Linda.
As they moved away Linda said, ‘There’s one more lady I’d like you to see. I’ve already spoken to Dr Bedi about her, and he’s interested to know what you think.’ Curious, Caitlin let herself be led across into one of the single rooms. Sitting up in bed, reading a magazine listlessly, was the patient Linda had asked her to see.
‘This is Mrs Levy,’ Linda said, passing her chart to Caitlin. ‘As you can see, she’s twenty-nine weeks pregnant. She was admitted earlier today with an elevated blood pressure of 160 over 100, plus protein in her urine. In her first pregnancy she had to be delivered prematurely because of high blood pressure.’
Caitlin had seen the condition often. It was always a difficult judgement call. On the one hand, there was no treatment and the only sure way of preventing the condition from getting worse was to deliver the baby. However, Mrs Levy was only twenty-eight weeks pregnant and although Caitlin knew that the hospital had the necessary equipment to look after a pre-term baby, there was always a chance that the baby would suffer brain damage or even worse if it was delivered so early.
‘What does Dr Bedi think?’ she asked Linda as they moved away from the patient.
‘He’d prefer us to wait and monitor her closely over the next few days.’
It wasn’t an unreasonable decision, Caitlin knew. Every day the baby stayed safely in the mother’s womb increased its chances of survival.
‘Could we arrange to have Mrs Levy scanned?’ Caitlin asked, making up her mind. ‘I’ll do it myself before Theatre.’ She went back to her patient.
‘You’re probably well aware of our concerns, Mrs Levy. I’m sure they have been discussed with you.’
‘Please call me Patricia. Mrs Levy always makes me think of my mother-in-law.’ She smiled, before the anxious look returned to her eyes. ‘That nice Dr Bedi came to see me and explained everything.’
Did he, now? Caitlin thought, wishing that he had spoken to her before discussing options with the patient. She decided to wait until she had spoken to him and had the scan results before speaking to Patricia again. ‘I’d like to scan you as soon as we can get a scanner up here,’ she told the patient. ‘I’ll see you in a little while, okay? Then we can decide on the best way forward.’
Patricia clutched Caitlin’s hand. ‘I really want this baby,’ she said. ‘They told me it’s a girl and as I have two boys, it will make my family complete.’
Caitlin patted her hand reassuringly. ‘We’ll do our best for you, I promise. In the meantime, the best thing you can do for your baby is try and relax.’
After rounds Linda took Caitlin into the staffroom for a cup of coffee. ‘What do you think so far?’ she asked as she poured them mugs from the pot that had been made earlier.
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