"What happens in my mother's placenta? Does not reach there enough oxygen. " Activate the emergency mode, create a dream of impending danger. The dream is not valid, the subject does not respond. Vasodilation sudden and dangerous in the midbrain of the mother. Impending danger. Thirty seconds to break.
"Mommy wake up - screamed the fetus of less than four grams - wake up now before it's too late. Wake up please, do not get more oxygen, my mother plays? I sent a dream of warning, you hear me? I have no voice nor strong enough to wake dad and my feet are too small and soft kick to your belly. I pray you wake up. "
intimal rupture, rupture of the second diaphragm middle cerebral artery, bleeding, devastated a large area to the left brain, midbrain and Waterworks Silvio flooded, dislocation of the midline shift, severe coma , female subject, 39, lost. Fetus in imminent danger of death. Required extraction within an hour at most.
Woman sirens came to the department of obstetrics and gynecology, already alerted by telephone. The same stretcher carried her in a flash right on the operating table. The priority now was to save the little baby, too small for him to do it to survive, but too unhealthy because it continued to remain in that tummy that had hosted for nearly six months. It was he that it was necessary to remove the noxious stimuli. HELP syndrome was diagnosed. High blood pressure triggered by that corollary of symptoms, had caused a major artery in the brain had been crushed as if they were placed in water pressure in an old waterworks. Quell'acquedotto but was not old; perhaps it was defective from birth, perhaps that the technician who had planned had calculated that at some point in his life, that is, the aqueduct would have received an influx of fluid and pressure did not foresee, or had been calibrated sufficiently, fact is that the devastation of large areas of the brain had been bloody, cruel and irreversible. Twenty minutes and a bundle smaller than a chihuahua was extracted by hypotonic quell'utero, flabby and inefficient. Fetus alive in incubators, cluster of neonatologists to provide initial treatment and in the meantime, Mom in Intensive Care.
coma areflexia, mydriatic pupils average amplitude no reagents, little or no spontaneous respiratory activity, GCS 3. Patient decerebration. Imminent danger.
's so that we came to the woman of thirty-nine years, first pregnancy, recent marriage, child desired. Four miles away a mother dying, perhaps with the thinking brain dead and a fetino, also in jeopardy of life are spoken, with the power of telepathy, "What's up mom? I'm cold inside the capsule of plastic and metal. Where's your tummy warm, soft and muffled? Here I feel the bells sounding shrill and discordant notes. I see red lights, but it is not reassuring and soft red of your blood, this is a red glare, the view, even if my eyes are still closed for half. Where are you? Why do I hear your voice so far away? ".
"I feel distant because they are physically and therefore do not listen to my voice through the vibration of my heart and my belly. E 'with the soul and now that I speak with that bit of millivolts that my poor brain, like a barn destroyed by rats, is still able to deliver. First came a doctor that I was crowned with many colored wires connected to the white daisies stuck in my hair and forehead. They talked among themselves, the doctors have talked about me and you. I have heard bad things for you and the same for me. They told me that my brain will never recover more of its activities, who died in fact. They said I could donate my organs in unfortunate people like me so sick. But the more fortunate if I can give them my heart, my kidneys, my liver pieces. Think my little one, which alone can make happy at least fifty people. Do you know how many people it helps the liver to pieces? Then you have spoken. They said they're too small to survive and therefore returns to the house of the Father, from where you were dropped on a scale gold six months ago. Wanted and desired as the most beautiful jewel.
But I'm sad my little one and you will not tremble with cold and fear, you will find your mother there, where are all the mothers. I have only one gripe, I wish you were bigger to survive or you were already born with a heart patient, to give you mine and so you continue to live and help my father brought me a flower on a cold marble. But maybe it's better that way my baby. "
"I play my mother. If I feel even smell your perfume.
"They told me that I will die today. In a few hours start to count six hours. You know what they are six hours long, my child? E 'twice time of feeding, feeding those beautiful that I want to see you do, close to my breast, happy in the arms of my mother ... Here come, bring me up, removal room. How bad word. But do not be afraid, my child, your mother will not feel pain and eventually, even if in spirit, my heart will be yours, for eternity.
begin, I feel cold, they began filling their bellies with ice and frost are also drip.
"Doctors do not think of me, cover my child who is cold, it weighs only four hundred grams, do not die, if you can. But if you do not make her, cover more.
Hello darling, see you later. "
Your mom.
true chronicle of a death of a brain and organ harvesting. In my hospital. November 2010 .
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