November 2006 will be a month that I will never forget.
For many years as an operating room nurse, I comforted the crying eyes of a child as I held them and walked away from their mothers and fathers, but this patient was very different from any of my pediatric surgical patients. My patient wasn’t a newborn, a toddler or a child. My patients were two unborn children carried within their mother’s womb. Two lives that have never felt the touch of their mother’s hands, the love of their father, or have ever seen the light of day. Two of the tiniest lives that were fighting for their very existence within their mother’s womb with a lethal condition called twin-twin transfusion syndrome.
Our team wheeled the expectant mother into the operating room. The operating room was full of people waiting to catch a glimpse of our unborn patients. I had set up my sterile operating room table and had all the necessary supplies and equipment that would be able to help these two unborn patients. Before surgery began, I reached out to the mother’s hand and said the only thing I could think to say, “We are going to take care of your babies.” With a nervous look on her face she smiled at me and said nothing. Full Entry