A Miraculous Midnight Delivery – Guideposts

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Babies don’t follow a nine-to-five schedule, so how could obstetricians? I was asleep when the phone woke me in the early hours of a Sunday morning in December back in the 1980s. “You’re on call,” my wife said, shoving me toward the phone.

 

I was so sleepy it took a few seconds to understand what the person on the line was telling me. A midwife, at the Evergreen Motel. With her was an Amish couple from a community about three hours away. The woman was in labor.

 

“I work with Doctor Whitman,” she explained. “I tried to call him, but there was no answer. The service connected me to you.”

 

Dr. Whitman and I covered each other’s patients whenever needed, but I wasn’t familiar with midwives or the Amish community. “Dr. Whitman’s out of town doing some Christmas shopping,” I said.

 

“I’m attending a mother in the last stages of labor,” she explained. “Everything was going well, but then I lost the baby’s heart tones. I can’t pick them up with my stethoscope. I need Dr. Whitman’s Doppler to make sure everything’s okay.”

 

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