Chapter 11 - The Emergency Caesarean Section Begins
“Incised. Entering the peritoneal cavity now,” Dr. Harrison announced calmly, his hands moving with decades of muscle memory.
The sterile air smelled faintly of antiseptic and ozone as the surgical team worked with breathtaking speed and precision.
“We have visualization of the lower uterine segment; preparing for fetal extraction,” the assistant surgeon called out clearly.
The heart monitor continued its steady, agonizing beep, reminding everyone in the room that Elena’s life hung by a thread.
“Come on, Elena... keep breathing,” I muttered under my breath, my knuckles turning white beneath my sterile gloves.
“BP is dipping again! Doctor, we’re losing her baseline rhythm!” the anesthesiologist shouted as warning lights flashed amber.
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Dr. Harrison didn't hesitate, plunging his hands deeper into the surgical field to retrieve the infant before toxicity spread.
“I have the baby! Clamping the cord now!” the surgeon declared triumphantly, lifting a tiny, slippery form into the air.
