caesarean section

“Needless to say I have never seen it before, nor has my more experienced colleague.”

Dr. Shadi Abdelrahman is a young surgeon from Cairo. he just finished his first mission with MSF, in a hospital in Agok, Abyei, an area with special administrative status located between Sudan and South Sudan. Even though this was his first mission for MSF, it was not his first foray into field work. He talks about his experience of delivering a miraculous baby girl in his first-ever Caesarean section.

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anonymous asked:

I think the last Anon ask meant the actual birth.. like blood and pain and stuff .. ( Which I'd love to see too by the way )

Hmmm ok, I don’t think I can do it very well… since they’re twins it would be a caesarean section (and I don’t think I can draw that very well, but I can try(?) ) anyway, I made a little scene of how Yurio’s was that day n__n (sorry if it is very simple U_U) 

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We finally completed it. It feels like a Caesarean section due to breech presentation.
I would like you as well to embrace this baby soon.

A Sisterhood of Women in an Afghanistan Hospital #IWD2017
On International Women’s Day 2017, Doctors Without Borders/Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF) is highlighting the challenges that women in Afghanistan face durin...

On International Women’s Day 2017, Doctors Without Borders/Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF) is highlighting the challenges that women in Afghanistan face during pregnancy and childbirth. #HerVoiceIsMyVoice

Severine Caluwaerts is an MSF OBGYN in Khost, Afghanistan, at MSF’s largest maternity project. This is her seventh time in Khost.

“I’m doing exactly the job that made me study medicine so many years ago, to help people who most need help,” said Caluwaerts. “Afghanistan is a war-torn country. Our patients are continuously confronted with the war. Families lose husbands, children die, mothers die. And what MSF is offering them is a safe place to deliver.”

“ I see Afghan women, Afghan doctors, Afghan midwives. I see them from doing their first delivery to becoming really experienced and two of our national doctors still here, Dr Sadia and Dr Farida, I taught them basically their first Caesarean section and now so many years later they are independent.

It’s like a sisterhood of women. It’s Afghan women taking care of Afghani women and Afghani babies.”

Amnesia part 3

This is a direct continuation of ‘ Amnesia part 1’ and ‘ Amnesia part 2.

This is a brand new chapter so do check it out! ;)

I’ve done a minor edit on the last paragraph of ‘ Amnesia part 2’ to make it a smooth transition to this part. Also I’ve changed the gestational age of the baby’s birth to 8 months so she’s only borderline premature.

And again thanks to the lovely @jia911 for taking the time out from her busy schedule to proofread for me. You’re the best!! <3

Hope you enjoy! :)

Suddenly Amelia’s blue eyes opened and she looked straight at him.

Owen’s heart leapt with joy as a stray tear rolled down his cheek. He thought he would never see those eyes again. The powers above have answered his prayers after all!

’ Amelia’ Owen whispered , his voice full of emotion as he gently took her hands in his. ’ You’re awake! Thank God. Please don’t do this to me ever again,you hear me? I need you, our daughter needs you.’

Amelia just stared at him, with a frightened and confused expression on her face.

‘Our daughter?’ she croaked. ’ What are you talking about? Where am I?’

Owen’s heart sank to the bottom of his chest.

He hoped against hope that she was just playing one of her infamous games again- and that the next moment she would show her infectious dimpled smile and proclaim that she was just kidding.

But Amelia had this look of fear in her eyes which he had never seen before. She was scanning the room frantically, as if desperately searching for a familiar face.

‘ Amelia’ Owen whispered, placing his hand gently on her arm. ‘It’s me. Owen. Your husband. You’re in a hospital- you have been in a car accident.’

Amelia flinched a little at the contact, and looked at him, her blue eyes widened and darkened with fear.

‘ You’re lying, Hunt. You’re just a colleague, not my husband.’ she cried out in a hoarse voice, pushing his hand away.

She pressed the nurses call button and soon several nurses rushed into her room.

‘ Help!’ Amelia croaked, pointing at Owen. ‘Please just get him out of here!’

Owen sank further in the bedside chair, feeling his heart break. What the hell happened? This was not the wife he knew and loved.

‘ I think it’s best if you vacate the room now Dr. Hunt.’ one nurse suggested softly as the other nurses looked on sympathetically. ‘ She’s not in the right condition to see you now- maybe you can come back when she gets better.’

Owen left the room with his head bowed down in dejection as Amelia turned her head in the opposite direction, refusing to look at him.

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anonymous asked:

I'm sorry but your country is fucked up. Sincerely a german who can't believe your health care/insurance issues.

It’s even more fucked up since certain states consider Cancer, Rape, and Caesarean Sections to be pre-existing conditions. Basically, Republicans have voted for something that puts blame on the victims of rape, puts blame on those who need to be cut open because they can’t give birth naturally, and puts blame on those who are unfortunate enough to have any kind of Cancerous anything in their bodies.

And Republicans wonder why Democrats hate them? They wonder why leftists are so against them?

They just threw a big FUCK YOU at rape victims, cancer patients, and pregnant people.

But so long as they get to keep everything the same for them, they’re happy. I can’t wait until they end up suffering, because even people with good health insurance can still get denied over a pre-existing condition now.

Princess Margaret

What was our favorite Royal Mess TM doingin the 1960s? Well, let’s see!

Margaret married the photographer Antony Armstrong-Jones at Westminster Abbey, on 6 May 1960. She reportedly accepted his proposal a day after learning from Peter Townsend that he intended to marry a young Belgian woman, Marie-Luce Jamagne, who was half his age and bore a striking resemblance to Princess Margaret ( a bit awkward). Margaret’s announcement of her engagement, on 26 February 1960, took the press by surprise; she had taken care to conceal the romance from reporters.

The ceremony was the first royal wedding to be broadcast on television, and it attracted viewing figures of 300 million worldwide. Despite the public enthusiasm, most foreign royal families of Europe disapproved of a king’s daughter marrying a photographer. Queen Ingrid of Denmark was the only foreign queen to attend the wedding.

Margaret’s wedding dress was designed by Norman Hartnell and worn with the Poltimore tiara. And she looked fabulous. Her dress was perfection, the tiara looked amazing and the veil, oh she was sheer perfection!

Margaret had eight young bridesmaids, led by her niece, Princess Anne. The other bridesmaids were her goddaughter, Marilyn Wills, daughter of her cousin Jean Elphinstone and Major John Lycett Wills; Annabel Rhodes, daughter of her cousin Margaret Elphinstone and Denys Rhodes; Lady Virginia Fitzroy, daughter of Hugh Fitzroy, Earl of Euston; Sarah Lowther, daughter of Sir John Lowther; Catherine Vesey, daughter of Viscount de Vesci; and Lady Rose Nevill, daughter of the Marquess of Abergavenny. The Duke of Edinburgh escorted the bride, and the best man was Dr. Roger Gilliatt.

The honeymoon was a six-week Caribbean cruise aboard the royal yacht Britannia. As a wedding present, Colin Tennant gave her a plot of land on his private Caribbean island, Mustique. The newly-weds moved into rooms in Kensington Palace.

In 1961, Margaret’s husband was created Earl of Snowdon. The couple had two children (both born by Caesarean section at Margaret’s request) David, Viscount Linley, born 3 November 1961, and Lady Sarah, born 1 May 1964.

The marriage widened Margaret’s social circle beyond the Court and aristocracy to include show business celebrities and bohemians. At the time, it was thought to reflect the breaking down of British class barriers.  The Snowdons experimented with the styles and fashions of the 1960s.

Besides being socialites, the Snowdons had a dysfunctional marriage, but later on that matter. They did have two children,but today it’s known that dear Anthony has sired more illegitimate children than Henry VIII and as the wife-murdering Tudor monarch he took his sweet time to acknowledge them.

Sunday Symbolism: Literally Love-Sick: How Call the Midwife Subverts the Convention of the Dying Tuberculosis Patient to Highlight the Power of Medicine, Love, and Religion

Well peeps I finally got my paper back, and am now a free elf/student, so I decided to share it with you all :).

Literally Love-Sick: How Call the Midwife Subverts the Convention of the Dying Tuberculosis Patient to Highlight the Power of Medicine, Love, and Religion

Call the Midwife (CtM), which tells the story of a group of nuns and midwives who work in poverty-stricken East London during the 1950’s, is one of the most successful BBC drama series to date with approximately 9 million viewers per episode in the UK alone. Part of its success is the subversion of literary conventions – i.e. customs in literature that are genre-specific and are characteristics typically associated with such a genre, such as the happy ending of romance novels – in order to send a message. These messages give the viewer information about the way society works; e.g. by stating that modern medicine has many positive effects CtM points out how important medicine is for our lives. A strong example of this subversion of literary conventions to support such messages can be found in the second season, in which the nun Sister Bernadette is diagnosed with tuberculosis (TB). There are a myriad of literary conventions regarding this disease, but one of the most prevalent of these conventions is that the patient dies. It is therefore striking that Sister Bernadette does not die, but recovers. To understand why she is restored to life, three overall messages of this series must be taken into account: medicine has many benefits, love is powerful, and religion strengthens. When investigating the literary convention of dying of TB in CtM whilst taking these messages into account we will see that CtM reworks this standard plotline in order to send a positive message with regard to love, medicine and religion.

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James Miranda Stuart Barry (c. 1789-1799 – 25 July 1865) was a military surgeon, who rose from a humble hospital assistant to become the Inspector-General, the top ranking doctor in the British Army. He performed one of the first successful Caesarean sections in medical history.  

He was also born a female, as Margaret Ann Bulkley. It was only after his death from dysentery that his body was autopsied and he was discerned to be biologically female. He had chosen to live his life as a man because women were not allowed to enter medical schools then. 

He tried to improve sanitary conditions wherever he went and improve the conditions and diet of the common soldier, by introducing the pear. He reacted indignantly to unnecessary suffering, and his insistence on better conditions for poor and commoners annoyed his peers. 

Barry was the first qualified female British doctor or surgeon known, preceding the next one by over 50 years.

14th of July

thirty minutes in
but im not older yet

im not even born yet
it happens at 11.16 


almost at dinner time
this little girl
was born

screaming and almost blue
they had to make a caesarean section
otherwise it would have been difficult
to deliver her
she was about to head out
with her butt first

only 45 cm long
weighted too little
born two weeks too early

but she grew up

i would know
because im her

and i will have a happy day

‘cause its my birthday

Photo by Martina Bacigalupo 

The medical staff saw that Chantal was in danger of uterine rupture, so she was immediately prepared for a Caesarean section. Nurses stood by to assist, and the midwife prepares to receive the baby. See more of these photos, a video, and read first-hand stories from MSF staff about trying to save women with complicated deliveries at Because Tomorrow Needs Her:

  • SECOND APPARITION: Be bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to scorn the power of man, for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.
  • Caesar's ghost: *enters*
  • Caesar's ghost: *pulls one of the numerous daggers out of his body and stabbs Macbeth*
  • Macbeth: *dies*
  • First witch: *stares*
  • Second withch: *stares*
  • Third withch: *giggles*
  • Caesar's ghost: Why, what's the matter ladies, weren't you looking for a guy born by a Caesarean section?
#329 Because of President Erdogan.

Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdoğan isn’t exactly known to be a fighter for gender equality, but do we really need world leaders who believe that women and men cannot be treated equally “because it is against human nature”?

On Monday, at the Women and Justice Summit, Erdogan addressed an audience of Turkish women (including his own daughter) with these statements:

“Our religion (Islam) has defined a position for women (in society): motherhood.”

“Some people can understand this, while others can’t. You cannot explain this to feminists because they do not accept the concept of motherhood.”

“Motherhood is something else.”

“Their characters, habits and physiques are different…. You cannot place a mother breastfeeding her baby on an equal footing with men.”

“You cannot get women to do every kind of work men can do, as in Communist regimes.

You cannot tell them to go out and dig the soil. This is against their delicate nature.”

Essentially, what he’s saying is that women aren’t people. Or kind of like people, but not people-people, not like men-people,  since women only have one purpose. 

According to The Guardian

“The Islamic-rooted government of Erdoğan has long been accused by critics of seeking to erode the country’s secular principles and limiting the civil liberties of women.

Erdoğan has drawn the ire of feminist groups for declaring that every woman in Turkey should have three children and with proposals to limit abortion rights, the morning-after pill and caesarean sections.”

Turkey ranked 120th of 136 nations in the World Economic Forum’s 2013 Gender Gap Index, down 15 places since 2006. A third of Turkish women have suffered sexual and physical violence at some point in their lives. Five women are killed in Turkey every day and according to Human Rights Watch, violence against women is on the rise. Erdoğan claims this rise in numbers is caused by more murders being reported rather than more murders being committed. 

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DRABBLE REQUEST! In which Mary and Edith band forces along with their brother-in-law in getting Sir Philip Asshat away from their pregnant sister (and thus helping save Sybil's life)--I have a mighty need for some ferocious "big sisters protecting baby sister" feels

Mary and Edith could tell that things were not alright when everyone was called into the library, save for Tom who had gone upstairs to be with Sybil. The concern on Dr Clarkson’s face was unmistakable, and before he even said anything they knew there was veritable cause to worry.

“It’s my belief that Lady Sybil is at risk of eclampsia,” Dr Clarkson explained gravely. 

Robert looked to Sir Philip Tapsell for an answer. “What is that?”

Sir Philip scoffed. “A rare condition from which she is not suffering!”

Edith and Mary glanced cautiously at each other. They hardly knew what eclampsia was, but being this close to Sybil giving birth, it was probably nothing short of calamitous. 

Dr Clarkson began to describe Sybil’s predicament. “Her baby is small. She’s confused, and there’s far too much albumin – that is, protein – in her urine. The fact is if I am right, we must act at once!”

From behind Matthew touched Mary’s shoulder reassuringly, but it did nothing to assuage Mary’s fears. Dr Clarkson’s panic was unnerving everyone greatly, except for Lord Grantham and Sir Philip. “And do what?” she asked. 

“Get her down to the hospital and deliver the the child by Caesarean section,” Dr Clarkson answered immediately.

From the shared expression on Edith and Mary’s faces, both of them would have picked Sybil up and carried her to the village hospital by themselves. What were they doing here, sitting in the library while Sybil gasped in pain, when they could be acting at once to help her?

“But is that safe?” Matthew questioned.

“It can’t be any less safe than what she’s going through now,” Mary snapped. “She’s giving birth, for heaven’s sake, and if what Dr Clarkson is saying is true, she’s going to be in even more danger the longer we wait.”

“Lady Mary, please do not assume these things when you are not trained in medicine in the slightest,” Sir Philip retorted.

Mary looked as if someone had thrown a lump of cow dung at her dress.

“Forcing Lady Sybil through a Caesarean section is the opposite of safe,” Sir Philip objected. “It would expose mother and child to untold dangers! She could pick up any kind of infection at a public hospital!”

“An immediate delivery is the only chance of avoiding the fits that are brought on by the trauma of natural birth!” Dr Clarkson countered.

Mary and Edith looked at each other helplessly as the doctors shot their own theories back and forth – Sybil wouldn’t get any better with the two doctors arguing, and from the agitation in Dr Clarkson’s voice, they could sense that Sybil’s life was on the line as well as her unborn baby’s. 

“A Caesarean section is a gamble which might kill either or both of them,” Sir Philip nearly shouted. 

“But if there’s a chance she might live if she has this … Caesarean section,” Edith piped up, “wouldn’t it better to give her that chance rather than leaving things to fate.”

“We aren’t leaving things to fate, Lady Edith, there is no reason to put her through that operation,” Sir Philip growled. 

Robert, rubbing his ruddy face, finally said, “I think we must support Sir Philip in this.”

“But it’s not our decision!” Mary protested. She knew Sybil wasn’t in any state to confirm what she wanted, but her husband would know what was best for her. “What does Tom say?”

“Tom has not hired Sir Philip, he is not master here, and I will not put Sybil at risk on a whim here,” Robert insisted.

Simultaneously, Edith and Mary shot up from their seats. “Now just listen, Papa!” Mary exclaimed. “It is Sybil who is giving birth, not you, and it should be her who decides how things will go. But she’s confused and hardly knows where she is, but Tom knows her best and is the only other person that can decide for her.”

“It should have been Sybil’s choice about who treats her, besides,” Edith put in. “You never asked her. Like Mary said, it’s Sybil who is giving birth, it is she who should be listened to.”

“And I know for a fact she is ill,” Mary conceded. “She told me herself, she knew something was off. That was a couple of days ago.” She sighed in shame. “I should have said something then. Then maybe this whole farce could have been prevented.”

“But what matters now is that we help her now,” Edith said. “I’m sorry Papa, but I believe Dr Clarkson—”

“So you’d put your own sister at risk over nothing?” Robert asked.

“She’s already at risk by giving birth!” Mary yelled. “Look, we need to talk to Tom right now, and the longer we wait, the more likely I think that something bad will happen to Sybil! If not by giving birth, then by hearing that a bunch of doctors were arguing about her health and not asking her or her husband what should be done!”

That was enough to convince everyone to clamber up the stairs to the gallery and and practically pull Tom out of Sybil’s bedroom. Dr Clarkson explained the situation as best he could, but all Tom was interested in was if Sybil could be helped at all.

“Could we get her to the hospital?” he cried.

Sir Philip held up his hand. “To move her now would be tantamount to murder.”

Dr Clarkson was still trying to convince Sir Philip that Sybil was indeed in danger, but all Edith and Mary could care about was Sybil’s muffled gasping from behind the closed bedroom door and Tom’s distressed face. The two of them could agree on one thing – time was running out.

“We should be at hospital by now!” Dr Clarkson said. “If we acted at once, the baby would be born.” 

“But if she had the operation now, do you swear you can save her?” Tom asked. His cracked from his own panic.

“I cannot swear it, no,” Dr Clarkson admitted, “but if we do not operate and if I am right about her condition, then she will die!” 

“If, if, if, if – I’m telling you there’s no need!” Sir Philip shouted. “There is nothing happening, only that she’s about to give birth! Why put her through more risk?”

“This is ridiculous,” Mary muttered, her hands in her face. She didn’t care if a Caesarean section might not save her, but if they didn’t take every chance they had to save Sybil then that would be a shadow that lingered over their family forever.

“Tom, Dr Clarkson is not sure he can save her,” Robert tried to convince Tom. “Sir Philip is certain he can bring her through it with a living child. Isn’t a certainty stronger than a doubt?”

“And isn’t taking a chance better than doing nothing?” Edith interrupted. 

“Lady Edith, we are not doing nothing, we are simply not putting Lady Sybil through an unnecessary operation—” Sir Philip started to say.

Mary had had quite enough. She slapped Sir Philip across the face.

“I’ve had it! I don’t care what you think — Dr Clarkson knows Sybil, he knows her symptoms, she told me about them herself, and I don’t give a damn about the risk from an operation. I’d rather she die from the operation knowing that we did what we could to save her rather than let her die right now as all of us stood by and did nothing because our papa trusted the word of some pompous unfamiliar doctor rather than the doctor who’s known Sybil her entire life!”

“So you’d have her taken to hospital?” Tom asked.

“I’ll carry her myself if I have to!” Mary exclaimed. 

From within the bedroom came a loud, agonizing scream.

“God help us,” Tom whimpered, looking like he was going to pass out. 

“That is it!” Mary gestured to Edith. “Telephone for an ambulance right now and tell them to get here as fast as the engine can go! Dr Clarkson, if there’s anything you can do to help Sybil in the meantime, please do so!” 

Edith nodded quickly and bounded down the stairs. Mary rounded on her papa and a fuming Sir Philip. “And I suggest the two of you go back downstairs and have a bit of whiskey, and don’t do anything to get in anybody’s way.”

“Mary, you are being absurd,” Robert shouted. 

“Am I?” Mary glared. “Your youngest daughter is clearly ill and each moment you say nothing is wrong, the closer she comes to dying. Papa, you had no right to interfere! You know nothing about pregnancy or childbirth or Sybil’s desires! You just wanted to prove she was still a lady by putting that arrogant prat in charge of her well-being!”

She raced into Sybil’s bedroom, tears streaming down her face and Matthew following at her heels. Downstairs, Edith’s voice could be heard speaking into the mouthpiece of the telephone. 

At the cottage hospital, Dr Clarkson hastily preformed the operation, delivering a small but otherwise healthy baby girl. But Sybil hovered between life and death for several days.

Neither Mary or Edith could hardly eat or sleep for several days. Sybil and Tom’s little girl was sure to survive, but Sybil had barely had the operation done in time. Dr Clarkson estimated that if they had hesitated for a few moments longer, Sybil would have died on the operating table. For now, it was a matter of her regaining her strength, coming out of the coma that she had been in since she arrived at the hospital.

“You and Edith did the right thing,” Matthew said to Mary as they sat outside, on their bench underneath the great big tree. “You stood up for Tom and helped Sybil when no one else was doing anything. She’ll be eternally grateful to both of you.”

“Was it enough, though?” Mary asked. “Sybil’s so weak she can barely eat.”

“But you gave Tom a little girl, and the hope that his wife will live,” Matthew said. “He’s grateful as well that you acted in spite of the doctors. Your actions probably did more to save her than the operation.”

“I just couldn’t bear it,” Mary sobbed. “They were standing there, arguing while Sybil was screaming her head off. It didn’t matter if she was in any danger or not, I would have done anything and everything to make sure she was safe. Any chance to save her, even if it failed in the end, I would have taken it. She’s my little sister, and I know I couldn’t live with myself if she died and I didn’t do anything.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I’m glad you smacked that other doctor.” Matthew smiled faintly. “He was starting to get on my nerves. My father said once that a doctor that treated everything as perfectly normal was a bit too narcissistic to trust.”

Mary smiled a little bit, but it disappeared as Edith came running towards them. “We have to get to the hospital now.”

“Why?” Mary was frightened. “What’s happening?”

“It’s Sybil. She’s woken up.”

*Six months later*

Matthew, Mary and Edith stood at the platform of the train station, saying their goodbyes to the Bransons. Sybil looked better than she had in months, and now that Dr Clarkson had declared her fit to travel, she and Tom were leaving Downton as soon as they secured tickets for the ship to Boston.

“Is Fiona warm enough?” Edith asked as the little baby grasped her little finger. 

“I think she is,” Tom said, grinning. “She’s as happy as a clam.”

Sybil bounced her little baby in her arms. “She’ll like Boston, I think. So much excitement.”

She looked up at Edith and Mary. “I don’t know if I’ve made it clear just how grateful I am for the two of you. If it wasn’t for you, I don’t think either Fiona or I would be here today.”

“We did what we could,” Mary said. “It was Dr Clarkson who delivered your child.”

“But you were the ones who stepped in and took control. Edith, you phoned the ambulance, and Mary – well, you told that other doctor off. I never wanted him anyway.”

“As I said to Papa,” Mary said.

“Just know that, if ever I say another cruel word to either of you, I will never forget what you did for me, and for Tom and Fiona. I mean it,” Sybil promised. 

Mary touched Sybil’s arm tenderly. “We’re your sisters, and whatever happens we will look out for each other, no matter what.”

Sybil grinned. “I hope that still holds true now that you’re expecting.”

“Do you think I wouldn’t help Mary?” Edith asked. 

Sybil shook her head. “No, I know you would do anything to save her, just like you did for me.”

She handed Fiona to Tom before embracing both of her sisters. “God, I love you two so much.”

For all of their bickering and backstabbing, no one could deny that their sisterly love was capable of conquering all adversity. No one, not even a Harley Street doctor or the Earl of Grantham, could stand in their way.

Photo by Karl Nawezi/MSF

Taghry and Masaya, along with six children, were among the 15,000 people who fled the conflict in Mali in January 2013 and sought safety in neighboring Mauritania. They arrived with nothing other than the clothes on their backs and are now completely dependent on humanitarian aid….On arriving in Bassikounou, an ultrasound confirmed Taghry was pregnant with quadruplets. The MSF medical team made the quick decision to perform a caesarean section. Taghry gave birth to three small but healthy boys and one healthy girl. At first, they are simply called Baby 1, 2, 3 and 4. Saturday is International Women’s Day. On that day, and every day, thousands of women worldwide will leave their homes to flee war or persecution. The fact that they are women makes their ordeal even more harrowing. Read this and other stories: