“Code Blue maternity STAT,” the speaker screamed.
Head nurse Janet Mills rushes towards maternity pushing the crash cart before her. Hitting the swinging doors with the cart she enters. Two Nurses work on a young girl, and two Doctors on the other side of the room work on an infant.
“Where do you need this?”
“Over here,” One of the doctors instructs.
She pushes the cart toward the doctors and the struggling infant. Her view of the child is obstructed by the doctors. She pushes the cart where she can assist. There she gets a full view of the baby.
“Oh, My God.” Although she has been a nurse for fifteen years tears stream down Janet’s cheek.
“Janet! Get a hold of yourself and fix me a syringe of epinephrine!”
Taking a deep breath she fixes the syringe and hands it to the Doctor.
“Is he going to make it?”
“It’s been touch and go, but yes I think the little fellows going to make. He’s a tough one.”
Janet sits in the cafeteria drinking coffee with Bill, the Doctor who worked on the child.
“I’m sorry I fell apart up there”.
“No need to be. He was a shock for me too.”
“He has no face! Is there anything they can do for him?”
“Not much. It wasn’t caused by, Treacher Collins Syndrome. We believe his mothers’ drug use radically altered his DNA. His entire head is covered with a thin membrane over the muscle. There’s nothing to graph to. The mother is a crack addict and so is he. We’ll have to wean him off the drug. He’s got a rough road ahead.”
“I can’t help but think, it might have been best if he died,” Janet said.
“Not our call.”
“I know but what kind of life will he have?”
To be continued…
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