
Every now and again, we all are treated to some horrific story of a baby being abandoned by a young teen-aged mother. Sometimes it appears that the girl is in total denial about even being pregnant – hence the apparent “justification” for doing such a terrible thing. Well, one night last year, we had one of these patients.
Well, two actually.
A 15 year old girl came in complaining of vaginal bleeding. She had a somewhat flattened affect and denied being pregnant, being sexually active, or anything else that would explain at least partially why she was haemorrhaging so much. One look with a speculum and it was a sad site. My colleague who was examining her had just witnessed his wife give birth to their child only about a month prior. Thus, he told me that what he saw could only mean one thing – she had just given birth. He immediately asked her where the baby was. She looked at him like he was from Mars – flatly denying it. He pressed her and again demanded to know what had happened to her baby. I guess the authority in his voice finally made her crack. She said that yes, indeed she had just given birth and had thrown the neonate into a rubbish dumpster behind her apt complex. My colleague got on the horn and called the police in the town where she lived and asked them to immediately go and look in any trash receptacle they may find in the alley behind her address.
About a half an hour later, the medics called the ER on the console to tell us that indeed, they had amazingly found a live infant in the garbage. He was not doing well. He appeared premature and was nearly apnoeic (not breathing) with very poor colour and tone. They rushed him in and my colleague was there to meet them with the overnight pediatrician who is available for emergencies. The child was intubated and an IO line was inserted. Intensive rewarming was commenced and about an hour later, he was deemed stable enough to be transferred (we do not have a PICU) to a nearby large tertiary care hospital. Despite his better vital signs, he had virtually no neurological functioning and no one was holding their breath that this child had any chance for meaningful neurological recovery.
Amazingly, over the next several weeks to months, information trickled in that indeed he was improving. He was extubated and was released from the hospital in about two weeks. Even more impressive was that this child was placed into foster care and began to come to our clinic for his routine care. Now at over a year of age – he is meeting all his milestones! One just wonders how someone will eventually tell him that his mother dumped him in the garbage on cold November night.

Sad, Sad, Sad! I hope that he has found a family to love him- Another thing that kills me is the abuse of children that I see in clinics- Parents blatently abusing their kids right in the waiting room- KILLS ME!
Sad. What is sadder yet is that it the childs final say in whether or not to take birth control. When I found out that my daughter was sexually active, I told her that if she wanted to continue seeing her bf that she had to get on the pill. I took her for her appointment and she told the Dr that I was forcing her to take the pill. They told me that it was her decision and hers alone and refused to put her on it. I asked them if they were going to be responsible for her and the baby if she were to get pregnant and of course, the Dr. said no, I told her to put her on the pill then. After much squabbling, they did put her on it, but only because she told them that she changed her mind and wanted it.
(yes, I have taught my children about condoms and NO I do not condone children having sex!)
Something I saw while I was in Japan that’s just starting to catch on over here is “drop boxes” for unwanted newborns. Apperantly it’s dramatically reduced the occurance of incidents like the one you’re describing. Of course, if the new mom is psychotic, the drop box probably won’t help..
And to think so many women CAN’T have babies and would have done anything to care for this child as their own.
VERY SAD!
Fortunately, it’s still funny.