A twenty-something weeker showed up last night, with the very concerned father-of-the-baby, complaining of vaginal bleeding and passing clots. This, never being a good scenario, demanded immediate attention. I put her on the fetal monitor and am able to get a good tracing of the baby, who appears to be quite well. Next come the questions.
"When did the bleeding start?"
"About a couple hours ago."
"Did you wear a pad in?"
"Yes but there was nothing on it"
"Were you having bleeding that's heavy like a period?"
(At this point her doctor has wandered into the room and is standing patiently by the bed.)
"Not really, mostly just some spotting and clots."
When was the last time you had sex?
Since this was nearly a week prior, I quickly rule it out as the immediate cause of her bleeding. The doc has now poked and prodded his way around assessing her belly and is asking me for a sterile glove.
He goes to examine her and starts pulling out large clots. But wait. Are they clots?
On further inspection, perhaps they are strawberries.
"Honey, did you put strawberries in your vagina?" I ask.
She looks at her companion sheepishly. He answers for her. "I guess we forgot about those."
Needless to say, I am eating my Cheerios plain this morning.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Posted by l&d.rn at 5:39 AM