It is 7am in Chaaria and I am called
urgently from the chapel where I am attending Mass.
“There is a case of cerebral malaria in a
pregnant woman at term. Patient is gasping. Please, come quickly”
Actually I have really jumped out of church
and run to the hospital, in spite of my age already a bit mature.
The lady was in the labour room and the
night staff had already done a lot: we knew that malaria slide was positive
because of a test done in a rural dispensary. The HB was good at around 12
grams, while the blood sugar was really low: the nurse on duty in maternity had
already given her a bolus of dextrose 50%, while now a drip of dextrose 5% was
running into her veins.
She was really gasping, the blood pressure
was nose-diving and the heart rate was slowing down rapidly: “give adrenaline,
add hydrocortisone, and prepare a second drip with half ampoule of ephedrine. Put a catheter to monitor the urine output.
Keep checking the blood pressure”.
But the monitor unfortunately indicates
that the heart is not gaining speed, in spite of all our resuscitation attempts;
on the contrary slowly it stops biting completely, together with the
disappearing of the last gasps.
I start shouting: “Cardiac massage; please,
ventilate with ambu bag; quick, quick”.
Meanwhile one staff is monitoring the fetal
heart rate and keeps telling me: “fetal heart is present but it is slowing
down”.
In the confusion of the moment, I answer:
“what do you mean by that; of course there must be fetal distress because the
mother is nearly dying, but we are trying our best with the resuscitation”.
At this point she calmly shows to me a
scalpel and she says: “she is actually dead; the monitor indicates that there
is no heart activity… but if you delay, also the heart of the fetus will stop
for sure”.
I get her point immediately and I open that
abdomen there in the labour room and of course without any anaesthesia.
I extract a female fetus, still breathing
but in extremely poor conditions.
We start now the tensing maneuvers of
infant resuscitation: the heart is slow; the breathing is difficult. We
continue relentlessly for long time, but after few hours also the new born
passes away.
The young woman was killed by malaria; was
the baby killed by congenital malaria only, or maybe my short indecision in
doing the caesarean section on the dying mother may also have contributed?
It was a matter of seconds, but…only God
knows.
Bro Beppe Gaido
PS: la foto si riferisce
al post di ieri. La persona che vedete nella foto è la dottoressa Nadia
Chiapello che da tanti anni mi aiuta con la preparazione delle lezioni.
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