You Misunderstand The Doctor.

You misunderstand the doctor

You should read this post before you misunderstand the doctor... All five fingers are not equal. Writing a one-to-one effect,

By: Dr. Tahira Kazemi,

The phone was from the delivery room.

“It has been twelve hours since the patient was in pain, the mouth of the uterus was opened, and the birth seemed to be close but not happening,” said the doctor on duty.

See if it can be removed with tools. We said.

“There is a head lying in the vagina, but there is also a large swelling of the head. The coffee goes down during the pain and then rises. It probably tilts to one side. The tool will not work properly because of the swelling. There is the fear of harm.”

The doctor said.

We said, "Then go to the operating room, see you there."

"The patient's family does not give permission. They think we want to work to earn money."

At, the same dirty talk.

As soon as we entered the hospital door, a man was walking around with a red face. As soon as they saw us, it started to rain.

"You people made an offer, to steal people from us. Only a short time ago everything was good and now everything is bad. Have mercy, people. You have become a butcher, shame on you for calling yourself a doctor."

“If your words are over, shall we say something?”

"Not at all, not at any cost." I will not be for the benefit of your people, nor will I be a part of your profits.”

"Look, the baby is not feeling well at this time, let's do a cesarean section." You might consider him a butcher, but let them save their lives.”

"No, she told me my wife's condition is normal, it's been normal for the past half hour. Now I want the baby to be normal."

See, motherhood is like driving on the road and everything is fine and then there's a hitch. Then you'll change the road, or will you hit the car? "

"Nothing happened. All of your bullshit. After all, our mothers were giving birth too, right?"

"Look, we can't let the mother and baby die like this. The baby's head is a bit big, the position is wrong, and the head is swollen too. And the tools can't even be fitted.

"Leave it guys, I'm taking my wife." Hanifan Mai is our family midwife. What to do now, just pull it up, baby”

Look, don't do that; don't play with a woman's life.

"I am responsible for my wife, you take care of yourself." I don't want to have surgery. You will try your knives on someone else.”

As soon as the husband signaled, family members put his wife in a wheelchair from the delivery room and she went.

We were sad.

I thought for a long time that I didn't know what happened to this girl.

Six to seven months later, she found us standing in the corner of the outpatient clinic. He slipped into the hand, a frowning face. The waiting room was full of women, but it was isolated from all of them.

In turn, she entered the room and sat on the seat in front of us. The room was immediately filled with a strange smell. Maybe a garbage truck passed outside, we muttered.

How are you? We asked

I'm alive bitter tone

Was it the child?

Yes, it has been.

where?

At home.

Wow, that's cool. I survived a cesarean section.

Yes, she bowed her head.

What is the problem now? Pregnancy then?

Number.

Well, tell me quickly what's the matter?

Immediately, I burst into tears.

check me out below

Tell me about the pain.

You will see for yourself.

I went behind the curtain and lay down.

Come to the doctor, the nurse called.

As we approached the curtain, a whiff of the stench hit our noses.

What is the problem, looks like the room was not cleaned today.

It was lying on the table. The shalwar has been removed. The nurse covered her mouth with a tissue.

We turned on the light, put on the gloves, and took a look. Oh my God, it was the vagina and the outside.

Covered in some yellow stuff and the paper on the table was wet.

This this. We come.

"The gift of having a child from below and the punishment for your disobedience," she cried.

"What happened?"

"On arriving home, the midwife was called who gave me great relief. She made me sit on my feet on the bricks for hours. She would say every hour, that the bus is coming. The day passed, the night passed, the baby wasn't coming."

Then he inserted his hand inside the vagina and began to tighten it. The child did not come. Finally, I asked my husband to press the abdomen firmly under the ribs. When my husband was pressing my stomach with both hands, I thought the last time was close. How long did this game last?

Finally, the baby came, but before he met me he was back, a dead baby.

Everyone said, God willing, there will be some improvement.

I was patient too.

It must have been three weeks until I woke up and my pants were full of urine and feces. She was very worried, so she took a shower and changed her clothes, but after a while, the same thing again. Then the clothes changed, but again the same thing.

Urine was leaking all the time and stool would also come through another opening formed in the vagina. I didn't understand what to do. Keeping cloth in shalwar

It started, but the smell was too much. The husband stopped coming; the husband forbade

Sit near him.

It has earned the nickname the dirt pot. Now tell me what to do. My husband gave birth to the child from below, but he killed me alive with the dead child

We were very depressed. Here are the places where C-sections save lives, but the massacre of midwives and gangs of exploiters has killed countless women.

It was not possible to perform a cesarean section and then Mumtaz Mahal died during childbirth. Think carefully, about the famous Taj Mahal and what benefited the children. She died and left fourteen children.

This sand is not over yet. It is a tragedy that science has found a solution to the problems of motherhood in the form of a cesarean section; but people are beginning to think of it as the invention of butchers and doctors. Why don't you think that when society's thinkers know no more about motherhood than "Khansh Khanesh", what can the common people do?