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Narrative Matters
DOI:
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table. This appointment was with a doctor I had never met beforea middleaged woman, the fourth member of
the MFM group. It was a busy day at
the clinic, and she was absentmindedly
flipping through my chart as she walked
in. She furrowed her brow, looked me up
and down, and asked if I had met with
the anesthesiologist yet. No, I hadnt
been referred. She looked down again
and fretted about my sugars and blood
pressure, surprised when she saw they
were normal. I hope you go into labor
on your own, she said, because if we
induce, the chance of a c-section is
50 percent. I thought of a close physician colleague of mine who, at forty-two
weeks gestation, had a cesarean delivery after three days of labor induction.
After the visit with the new doctor, I was
deeply unsettled, worried that she was
already planning my cesarean, the one I
didnt want to have unless my baby needed it. A week later I saw the senior obstetrician, who had been managing my
pregnancy since the ninth week, and
he was much more reassuring.
In The Hospital
On a stifling Monday morning in July,
when I was thirty-nine weeks and five
days into my pregnancy, my husband
drove me to the hospital with a couple
of changes of clothes, books to read, and
my laptop to watch movies or surf the
Web. The doctors were going to induce
labor. All of my testing had been normal.
But my obstetricians explained to me
that the risk of stillbirth increases after
forty weeks, diabetic mothers are at
higher-than-average risk, and none of
our screening technologies allow us to
assess or intervene to prevent it. So almost forty weeks was their compromise,
allowing my babys body to mature to
term but reducing the risk of a catastrophic loss at the end of pregnancy.
My sister would be with me at the hospital, updating our parents by phone.
They were anxious and excited; this
would be their first grandchild.
The induction protocol was a standard
strategy of administering two hormones
in tandem: prostaglandin to soften or
ripen the cervix and synthetic oxytocin to trigger or augment uterine contractions.When I arrived at the hospital,
I was only 1 centimeter dilated. The goal
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What Happened?
When I talked over what happened later
with clinical colleagues, the consensus
was: If you werent a doctor, you would
have been sectioned on Wednesday. Instead, I delivered vaginally on Thursday
afternoon. I was lucky to have wellinformed physician friends to review
the case with me in real time.
The principles of shared decision
making seemed highly theoretical from
the hospital bed. If I hadnt known that
more than half of cesareans are for that
most elusive of indications, failure to
progress, I would have been less hesitant
when it was proposed. Besides that, I
was naked and uncomfortable, had invasive lines in place, and hadnt slept or
eaten in three days. If a doctor I trusted,
instead of one I didnt know, had suggested a cesarean forty-eight hours into
my labor induction, I might have agreed.
If they had told me that my babys life or
health was in jeopardy, I would have
consented to anything. The vision of
the empowered consumer, or even the
autonomous patient, is laughable under
these circumstances.
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tions and, therefore, beyond their scope
of practice.
Some have advocated that obstetricians should be required to get a second
opinion from another obstetrician before performing a cesarean, to ensure
that the indications for cesarean deliveries are justified. Im not optimistic that
this would help. Few hospitals are likely
to have a second obstetrician in-house in
the middle of the night, so in practice
this would likely devolve into a perfunctory review by telephone. Additionally,
physicians who frequently work together may be reluctant to oppose their colleagues decisions, at least openly.
Weve also tried empowering patients
with data. The State of New York publishes hospital-level data on a range of
obstetrical interventions, based on the
premise that data will make for informed consumers. But even if patients
are aware of and able to find, review, and
understand the data, factors such as geographic access to appropriate alternativesas in my caseor limited insurance networks of providers may limit
patients use of the data.
In my work as a clinical ethicist and
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