there werenât any ladies present when I got there, Iâd send the husband off to get some. It would give him something useful to do.
âIâd also always bring a bundle of fresh newspaper from town.â
âNewspaper? For what?â
âWalt, newspaper is sterile. Perfectly sterile. Iâd use the paper as drapes and to keep the bedsheets dry and clean. Also, once I knew the mom and baby were OK, it gave me a chance to sit back and catch up on the goings-on in town.â He chuckled.
âGood obstetrics requires a good portion of patience. Iâve always said I needed a good cigar and a rocking chair to enjoy while Iâm reading that paper. Just let things go their natural way. Almost always came out all right. In over forty years I only lost one babyâand that was from a knotted cord. And,â he emphasized, âI never lost a mom. Not one.â
âBut, Dr. Bacon,â I quizzed, âwhat if you got in trouble? Did you go to a hospital?â
âNope. In those days we did what was called kitchen surgery.â
âYou did the C-sections at home?â I was incredulous.
âOf course. Why not?â
I paused. âWell, the lack of sterility could cause infection and death, and what about the lack of help and proper equipment?â
He laughed. âI guess youâve never been exposed to âkitchen surgery,â have you?â
âNope, thatâs for sure!â I replied.
âWalt, in our kitchen-surgery days we had to be content to work with no luxuries. We had to learn what essentials we had to have and how to work quickly. This is more than most modern surgeons know. Our system involved small incisions and rapid surgery. I tell you, this minimizes more infection than all the modern face masks and head covers combined. We seldom had any wound infections in our kitchen surgeries. The most important factor was prompt surgery. Small incisions. Minimal unnecessary trauma to the tissues. Expert surgical technique. Minimal exposure of any internal tissue to the air. Rapid closure and good dressings. These were the tools and trade of the kitchen surgeon.â
âWas lighting a problem?â
âIt could be at times. Indeed. Lantern light is hard to use for surgery. The best light was a car headlight.â
âWhat did you doâbring a car battery and light into the house?â
He laughed. âNo, no. Just have someone drive the car up to the door or in front of a kitchen window and leave the headlights onâpointing into the kitchen. Then a family member would use a looking glass to reflect the light into the wound or onto the perineum. There was no better light than thisâjust as good as any operating room light!â
I was fascinated. âWhat about anesthesia?â
âThat was a problem. Nothing worse than to have a patient half-asleepâor, worse yet, waking up during the surgeryâor, even worse, to have your volunteer anesthetist go to sleep from the fumes! So Iâd usually take my nurse or my wife, who knew how to administer the chloroformâin the early daysâand ether more recently. Of course, in the last few years, portable masks of halothane were a godsend. If my wife or my nurse wasnât with me, Iâd have to train a family member or friend. Actually, some of the country pastors whoâd always show up during my sick calls got pretty good at helping me pass the gas.â
I was quietâfeeling a bit uneducated in spite of having just come out of a prestigious medical school. I couldnât imagine the rush, the fear, the excitement of a kitchen C-sectionâor a kitchen anything.
Dr. Bacon continued, âWalt, some of my best surgery was done under these adverse conditions. Itâs hard to explain, but there was something much more exhilarating about driving through the elements to attend a woman delivering a baby at her home than there ever could be walking across