Fact Checking Fail

[second_banana]

Dear LOST,

in the 1970's and 1980s an unexpected breech presentation (babies coming out ass first) was not call for an immediate c-section. I know it's considered SOP now, when doctor's aren't being taught how to help breech babes come out on their own, but on a REMOTE OUTPOST where I'm gathering MAJOR ABDOMINAL SURGERY isn't routine (if they send them off the island to pop out a kid do you really think they perform appendectomies there?) there is no fucking reason for a breech breach babe to be a c-sec unless there is a prolapsed cord or other major issue.

No love,
Susan

Comments

[salixbabylon.livejournal.com]

*waves hand* I was an unexpected breech, in 1973. They were going to do a last-minute c-section but then my mom's labor sped up too fast for that and out I came. :)

[juliane0926.livejournal.com]

Ugh, my daughter was breech...and they managed to get her turned and OH MY GOD did that hurt. However, as you pointed out, a C-section is major surgery and I not a fan of elective c-sections. I'm sure the pain of 'convincing' her to turn her butt around ;) was far less than recovering from a c-section!

[willicus.livejournal.com]

Considering the difficulties women had with giving birth on The Island, I can see why they'd just go "Fuck it, we're cutting that baby outta that womb!" in the event of an ass-first birthing situation.

But, then again, I'm not a trained baby birther. I just play one on TV.

[heartofslash.livejournal.com]

I was the first twin, and the second twin, my brother, had the cord wrapped around his neck and was being strangled to death. There was a doctor in the hospital who had just returned from a conference in an Eastern European country (which was a BIG DEAL back in 1963!) and he ran to the operating room and did this thing where he reached inside my mum and stuck his fingers inside my brother's mouth and pulled him out, safe and sound. Although, he's a bit of a dick sometimes.

So, my twin brother and I were delivered by different doctors 27 minutes apart.

I'm not entirely sure how that relates, since I do not watch Lost ever, but I thought, as a midwife, you might like that story.

And, by bizarre coincidence, about 10 years later after we moved to a whole other province, on a family outing to an amusement-type park, we ran into that same doctor. Small f'ing world. (No, it was not that amusement park - it was Ontario Place.)

*rambles some more about the original Ontario Place Forum and the cool climbing apparatus that no longer exists there, and how they wrecked the whole concept when they started with the Play-all-day passes*

I think I'm officially old, now. *ramble ramble ramble*