“Oh well,” she thought, “they are probably being superstitious.
After all, it is 1846 and a modern woman like me should choose a doctor over a midwife.” Nevertheless, a small tingle of worry remained.
Inside, they observed that her uterus wall was swollen, and pus and putrid flesh were evident in the body cavity.
he greatly pregnant young woman slowly climbed the stairs of the most modern hospital in Austria, the Allgemeines Krankenhaus, or General Hospital, of Vienna. On the right was a hallway leading to Division 1, where doctors and medical students delivered babies.
At the top of the stairs, there was a doorway opening into a reception area.
She became nauseous, vomiting frequently, and her pain worsened.
Suffering with a high fever and a racing pulse, her abdomen filled with gas, causing even greater pain. The wonderful future she dreamed about was not meant to be; she died three days after her baby’s birth.