Eclampsia

From James:

Boom! Boom! Boom! The pounding on our cheap, metal front door jolts me out of a deep sleep. I glance quickly at my watch. 4:13am.

"James! Are you awake?!" I hear Dr. Bond's son, Gabriel, calling me, out of breath.

I pull on some shorts and fumble my way through the darkness out the bedroom door, past the bookshelf on the left, through the curtains covering the exit, out the living room door and onto the porch.

"What's up?" I mumble, trying to clear the cobwebs.

"Doudjé's wife just came in with seizures and we need some Magnesium from the pharmacy." I notice the shadowy form of Dr. Bond behind Gabriel in the moonless night.

"I'm coming," I reply and head back in to pull on some scrubs, grab my keys and a head lamp and back outside where I hear the voices of Gabriel and Bond fading around the corner of the container across the yard.

I push through the wet leaves of the bushes forming a hedge between our house and Lazare's little hut just outside the main house and stumble over his wire cooking "gounan". I make my way over to the fence, unlock the gate and head towards the dim light coming from the ER. I hear screams and wails and the sounds of a struggle coming from within that grow louder as I approach at a fast walk.

I push aside the bright green and yellow flowered curtain blocking the entrance to the ER and my eyes are instantly drawn to a group of 8-10 people surrounding on of the beds. Cries and moans are coming from inside the circle of bodies, a bottle of IV fluids hangs from a wooden IV pole and a tube descends into the crowd. Arms and legs shoot out here and there and are instantly seized by several hands and pushed back inside.

I push the people aside and get my first look. It is certainly Doudjés wife (and Koumakoy and Frederic's sister) but she is barely recognizable. I nod to Frederic and his mom who are part of the crowd.

"Lapia ei?"

"Lapie, Jamsuh," responds the mom.

"Ca va" is the reply from Frederic.

Doudjé hasn't arrived yet but his wife is swollen up like a balloon with edema everywhere and is alternately thrashing and lying moaning on the exam table. Just then she makes a violent effort and pulls out her IV causing blood to splatter all over the bed and floor as a nursing student rushes to stop the bleeding with a cotton ball.

She seems to vaguely recognize me as she looks at me, or more like through me, and mumbles "Jamsuh, jamsuh, jamsuh" over and over.

Augustin, the night nurse, informs me that she came in convulsing and with a blood pressure of 140/90. No question about it, it's eclampsia. I had just done an ultrasound on her a few weeks ago and discovered she had twins. There is definitely no time to lose.

"I found both fetal heartbeats" reassures Dr. Bond as I start to bark out orders.

"Augustin, call Simeon and Abel! Gabriel, you and the nursing student go get the gurney and take her to the OR! David, go call Sarah, tell her we need her immediately! Bond, I'll go get the Magnesium from the pharmacy, here's the keys to the OR."

We all split as the family continues to hold her down.

I pull out 6 ampoules of Magnesium and meet the gurney in the OR just in time to see the next seizure.

As she rolls through the door her body stiffens, her eyes roll back in her head and then she starts shaking violently with her teeth clenched. She starts bleeding again from the old IV site. Then, after a few seconds, the seizure stops and she falls unconscious.

"Now's our chance since she's unconscious. Let's get her clothes off, get her in the OR, start an IV and get her ready for surgery."

Sarah and Abel have both arrived now so an IV, a foley catheter and antibiotics are quickly done and she is transferred to the OR table.

I sidle up to Bond and ask him quietly if he minds if I do the surgery. Since I've been following her during her pregnancy and it's a friend of mine and I myself was a twin born by c-section, I request the privilege of doing the life-saving surgery on her. Bond is generous and concedes me the case. We scrub together.

By this time Simeon has arrived and I tell him to prepare one millilter of Ketamine. Doudjé's wife is still somnolent. Bond and I scrub and don gowns and gloves. Abel has prepared the surgical field and we drape the lower abdomen.

We pause for prayer and then I take up the scalpel. Two slices later and I see the uterus. Bond stretches the peritoneal opening wider as I insert the bladder retractor. I make a small transverse incision and poke through with a hemostat. I then insert the index finger of both hands and pull out and up opening the uterine wound. There is the upper back and neck of a tiny baby. I insert my hand down into the uterus till I find the head and lift it up and into the uterine wound. Bond pushes the top of the uterus and the baby slides into the world with a gasp and a scream.

Here's where things go temporarily wrong. Bond has grabbed the clamps for the ombilical cord and tells me to go for the next baby. I see the bulging amniotic sac and try to break it with my fingers with no success. Then, for some strange reason, I do something I never do, I reach again for the scalpel and as I bring it up to the surgical wound, Bond reaches down to grap some scissors to cut the cord and the scalpel collides with his finger. I'm horrified but Bond signals me to keep going as he finishes cutting the cord and handing off the baby. I put the scalpel down, burst the sac with another instrument and deliver the second baby who also comes out with great tone and grimacing and crying. Bond calls for another glove and we suture closed the uterus, the fascia and the skin with no further complications.

By the end of the surgery, her blood pressure has already normalized. Bond goes off to wash out his wound. We call in the lab to do an HIV test which is negative and Bond starts on post-exposure prophylaxis. By the next day, the edemas have started to go down, the twins are breastfeeding and Doudjé is the happiest, proudest man in town giving praise to God for his blessings