Sally, I’m Lucy. I’ll be looking after you today when your night midwife goes home.’ Lucy glanced around the otherwise empty room, and no boyfriend or mother was tucked into any corner she could see. Maybe Sally’s mother had trained in the same school as hers, Lucy thought, and she knew how that felt. Lack of family support was not fun at all.
The young mum-to-be opened her eyes briefly, nodded, and then rolled carefully over onto her other side, stretching the leads that held the monitor on her stomach.
Really tough room, Lucy thought with a gulp.
Finally the night midwife put down her pen and looked across. ‘I’m Cass. I’ve just done my fifth night shift and can’t wait to get out of here.’
Lucy blinked and glanced at Sally’s rigid back. Not a very nice intro, she thought, or what Lucy expected from a hospital she’d only ever heard praise about.
To make it worse, Cass didn’t look at anything except her notes or, occasionally, the graph of contractions on the machine. ‘So this is Sally, seventeen, thirty-three weeks, first baby, and has had intermittent back pain since three this morning. No loss on the pad she’s wearing and the CTG is picking up the contractions as five-minutely.’
The lack of emotion sat strangely in a room where emotion was usually a big factor and Lucy began to suspect why Flora May had sent her in here. Lucy wanted to care for Sally, not treat her like an insect in a jar.
Cass sighed as if the story would never end and Lucy wished the midwife would just go home and let her read the notes herself. But of course she couldn’t say that, especially on her first day. But she was feeling less timid by the second. Something she’d discovered inside herself when she’d discovered midwifery.
Then Cass went one worse. ‘The foetal fibrinectin test for prem labour couldn’t be done because she’s had sex in the last twenty-four hours.’
Brutal. Lucy saw Sally’s shoulder stiffen and winced in sympathy for the callousness of a clinical handover that lacked sensitivity. Lucy vowed she’d never be like this. And now she seriously wished the other midwife gone.
Cass certainly didn’t notice and went on in the same bored tone as she read from her notes. ‘No urinary symptoms or discharge but we’ve sent swabs and urine away for microscopy.’
Okay, Lucy understood that she needed to know it had been done, because infection was the most common reason for early labour and miscarriage.
Cass went on. ‘She’s had three doses of oral tocolytic, which has slowed the contractions, been started on antibiotics four-hourly, and the foetal heart trace…’ She glanced at the long strip of paper cascading from the monitor that evaluated baby heart rate and uterine contractions without looking at the patient. Lucy hated impersonal technology. It was too easy for staff to look more at machines than the patient.
Cass shrugged. ‘I think she’s more stable than when she arrived. First dose of steroids was given at three-thirty a.m., so she’s due another that time tomorrow morning, if she’s still here.’
Cass looked up. ‘Any questions?’
No way did she want to prolong Cass’s stay. Where did you not learn your people skills? Lucy thought, but instead she asked, ‘What time did the doctor last see Sally?’
‘It’s all in the notes.’ Cass glanced down. ‘The registrar at four a.m., but her obstetrician, Dr Kefes…’ For the first time some emotion heightened the colour on Cass’s face and she looked almost feline. ‘Nikolai’s delicious.’ She sighed as if he was there in front of her and Lucy cringed.
‘Nikolai will see her at rounds this morning. He’s always punctual at eight so be ready. I’m off.’ She snapped shut the folder and uncoiled herself from the chair. ‘Bye, Sally.’ She handed the folder to Lucy and left without waiting for her patient’s reply.
Lucy frowned at the door as it shut, decided even the mention of the doctor as delicious was unprofessional, glanced around for inspiration on winning Sally’s confidence after the nurse from hell had departed, and set about changing the dynamics of the room.
She spotted a little black four-wheeled stool and pulled it around to the other side of the bed to see her patient’s face before sitting down.
The stool brought her not too close but just under the level of Sally’s eyes so she wasn’t crowding or looking down at her. After a few moments Sally opened her eyes. ‘So how are you feeling, Sally?’
‘Crap.’
Lucy smiled. Succinct. ‘Fair enough. Can you be more specific? Your back?’ Sally nodded and Lucy continued, ‘Worse or better than when you came in?’
‘A lot worse.’ Sally blinked suspiciously shiny eyes and Lucy wanted to hug her. Instead, she considered their options.
‘Okay, that’s not good. Let’s sort that first. I’ll take the monitor off for a few minutes while I check your observations, and have a little feel of your tummy before we put the belts back on more comfortably. Then we’ll see if we can relieve some of the discomfort.’
Lucy glanced at the little watch that her friends had all pitched in for her on graduation. Pretty and practical, like her, they’d said, and she still winced because they’d known her mother wouldn’t show for the event and she’d be disappointed.
That might even have been why she’d made that dumb choice with Mark after one too many unfamiliar mojitos, but it had been nice to bask in appreciation for a change.
She shook off regrets because they were a waste of time. She’d learnt that one the hard way by watching her mother.
Seven-thirty a.m., so she had half an hour before the obstetrician arrived to assess her patient’s condition. Lucy wanted an overall picture of Sally’s general health and mental state before then. But mostly she wanted Sally to feel comfortable with her so she could best represent her concerns when more new caregivers arrived. She’d better get started.
Nikolai Kefes, Senior Obstetrician at Gold Coast City Hospital, discreetly named Adonis by his female colleagues, had a strong work ethic. Seventy per cent of his life centred on work, twenty per cent went to his sister, Chloe, and the other ten per cent was divided equally between sport and brief affairs with sophisticated women.
Nick hated being late for ward rounds but there was no way he could have ignored the distress call from his sister, and by the time he’d parked his car at the hospital it was half an hour after he’d expected to start.
Chloe worried him. She had worried him since she was sixteen and in more trouble than he could have imagined, so much so that she’d changed both their lives. But he could never regret giving her the support she needed when she needed it.
Not that she’d always appreciated his attempts to shield her from the hardships that arose when two young people were suddenly cast out in the world without a penny. He still cringed to think how she would have survived if he hadn’t followed her.
It was a shame their parents hadn’t felt the same, but he’d given up trying to fathom them years ago.
But this morning Chloe had been adamant she would do things her way, despite this last disastrous relationship, and he wished she’d just swim to the surface and avoid becoming involved
