Dr. Kim Fletcher

"Dr. Fletcher is not only a brilliant doctor but one with the perfect balance of warmth and straightforwardness. She is well respected by her patients and colleagues at YNH and is someone I would send my mother or daughter to see."

"Short story: Dr. Kim Fletcher has the bedside manner of a serial killer. I take that back, I'm sure she could learn a lot from Hannibal Lecter. Medium story: Dr. Kim Fletcher, while I'm sure has the technical skill to continue calling herself a doctor, her self-aggrandizement, penchant for over-dramatization at the expense of her patient and inability to recognize the humanity on the other side of the vagina is enough to move along to the next wonderful doctor. Long story: My daughter, pregnant with her first child and my first grandchild, has been in active labor for a few hours. The nurse introduced all the staff with glowing intros but when she got to Dr. Fletcher, covering for my daughter's doctor, the lack of praise was deafening. :::insert side eye::: My daughter was having a tough time getting my grandchild over her pelvic bone. The time it was taking was causing some distress on the baby. So... enter stage right... Dr. Fletcher. Dr. Fletcher bursts into the room much like the popping of a pimple. Abrupt and messy. She is going on and on about how her "small hands" are such an asset because she can "get up right in there". She takes out this disk looking device and informs my daughter that she's going to use it to help pull the baby out but that she was only going to get 3 tries before she will have to perform a C-section. All that my daughter heard was "3 tries" and "C-Section" which caused her mega-anxiety. Push 1.... no baby... Push 2... no baby... Push 3.... no baby... I see the panic on my daughter's face. Dr. Fletcher says... ok... let's try again.. the baby was way too far up the birth canal to go for a c-section now. Still, why even give her an arbitrary number or why not let her know there's been movement to ease her mind? So with the baby finally out... but tugging on the placenta is not getting it out, but Huzzah! Small Hands to the rescue! She inserts her hands into my daughter's bruised and battered womanhood and starts tearing the placenta that had not fallen away on its own. My daughter tells her she cannot take the pain, can she have something. Dr. Fletcher seems to begrudgingly agree and WHILE the nurse is still walking over to put morphine in her drip, Dr. Fletcher is still tearing away at my daughter's uterus. After it finally is out, my son in law and I are invited to look at what placenta looks like. Apparently instead of having just one big piece of placenta inside the sack, my daughter had the big one, a medium sized one and a small one... all linked together with veins which looked like cables. While my inner geek was fascinated, all that fascination ended when Dr. Fletcher announced to a room full of people, one of which a new mother who has yet to hold her child, "why, you're lucky, if they had broken your water and hit one of these veins, your baby would be dead." The air was sucked out of the room. Why??? We just shook it off - as best we could because - hey, the baby is here, she's alive and well and OMG squish. While sewing my daughter's tears she made several references to my grand-princess being a "miracle baby". I honestly don't know how I kept my composure by this point. The final straw for me... when my daughter asked how much she tore... Dr. Fletcher proceeded to say: "As much as an episiotomy, but we don't do those anymore." I heard my daughter say, "Ok, but how much is that?" and when Dr. Fletcher came out of her mouth with "just like an episiotomy", I envisioned myself jumping over my daughter's leg like a Duke boy over the General Lee's hood onto this woman. But, instead, I just told her that since my daughter is not a doctor, she doesn't know how much that is, and please just give her a number already! Finally our interactions with this woman was over. As a final note, you'd think the fact that the "miracle baby" even survived would've made it in her chart notes if it was so serious. But nope. Dr. Fletcher needs a job working with coma patients or in politics. Being extremely unlikeable with small hands is in these days."