On a wierder note I saw one of the craziest things of third year when I was on OB. We were working late at night and a lady came in with her boyfriend. They were both high as kites. I think they had been doing meth. They were from some town in western podunk missouri. Apparently they were driving in the middle of nowhere doing meth and she all of a sudden went into labor and delivered the baby. They tried to call an ambulance, but apparently there was no abulance service in that area. So what do they do? They drive to a Walgreens, buy scissors and cut the cord, buy some diapers for the kid, and a bucket...why a bucket you ask? to put the placenta in. So they show up to the L&D floor with a slimy baby wrapped in a huge diaper and a bucket with a placenta that is eight hours old and stinky. Oh yea, and they are buggin' out because they are on meth. Fortunately the kiddo was put up for adoption. Hopefully nurture wins out over nature. Yikes!!! Here is a picture of a placenta just to cement the story in your heads...
