Benjamin Button - was a movie based not entirely of untruths:
I had a miracle preterm baby delivered this weekend. The mother went into spontaneous labour at a said 22 weeks. Though who knows, it my have been anywhere from 22 to 28 weeks, keeping track of your last menstrual period is not the done thing and an ultrasound is a rarity that we needn't touch on.
Unsurprisingly, she delivered vaginally without much fuss and surprisingly it was far from a dying or dead foetus. This tiny creature was fully formed and spontaneously breathing. Weighing a mere 600g, with a grey-pink shade, skin wrinkled like wise old man and the size of my hand (granted my hands are a little large). It makes you consider how fine a line exists between the extremities of ages.
As this was not an abortion, I had to act, getting some advice down the phone line to the referral hospital i found out that under 800g neonates do not make it to incubators and supportive care was the height of care. So i inserted my first umbilical vein catheter (with a neonatal feeding tube) and this acted as a means of nourishment for the next few days, till the fragile being took its last breath.
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