Tiny Heartbeats

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Her expression was blank as she carefully placed her hands over an obviously pregnant tummy. She was the first patient I was to see at the Primary Health Center that day. Taking her outpatient slip, I inquired of her complaints. “I have not been able to appreciate my baby’s movements since last two days.” I went through her previous records. She was 37 weeks pregnant and this was to be her first baby. Her eyes reflected fear and I felt her silently pleading me to tell her all was fine. Two days!!!Why didn’t you come earlier? I had to ask her. She gave some vague response as she positioned herself for examination.

Lord Jesus, please let this baby be alive. I prayed silently as I approached to examine her. My heart was honestly troubled and I hoped I didn’t have to tell her that she had lost her precious little one . With that prayer in my heart, I placed my hands on her abdomen. And the very second, the little life inside her budged! I looked at the mother’s face. She was beaming. Phew. Praise God!! Next I tried desperately to listen for the heartbeat using my stethoscope. But my ears failed to pick up the sound I yearned to hear. So I got the Doppler Fetoscope out to auscultate. After few failed attempts, a beautiful sound filled the room- Lub Dub Lub Dub…The tiny heartbeat was a solace to the mother’s ears and unknown to her, mine too. Sometimes, certain sights or sounds can simply make your day. It seems more beautiful than anything else around. And such moments always manage to draw out a song of praise from our hearts. Thank God for such beautiful reminders of grace!

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Nothing but a recipient of Christ's grace. I am a young doctor and I use this space to find meaning in the bedlam of my thoughts. My blog might resonate with the screams of a young adult finding her place in life, the stench of hospital corridors, images of the many people who intrigue me and the lessons my Saviour Jesus teaches me.

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