Cleft Lip Repair

Cleft Lip Repair

Quiet in a lime green room with piles of instruments wrapped in clean discolored and bleached out packages, stacked in a corner. A tape-player doing Bob Marley covers. A small child naked in the middle of the room on a table, an IV trailing from a small arm. He is apprehensive, wide-eyed and absolutely quiet.

His face is marred by a cleft lip, exposing his teeth and gums. Dr George Faile, almost equally quiet, takes a “before” photo and proceeds to consider his patient. Gentle hands move lip and tissue to imitate his thoughts. Hands cup about an anxious young face, straightening it for the trial. Measurements are made and re-made; after minutes, a pen is produced and the thoughts are committed to ink on skin; hands return to move tissue to what will become new reality. A final check and a small injection into the IV. Lids flutter and close.

A small face is draped with towels; gauze is inserted into the mouth to prevent blood finding a windpipe while the boy sleeps. Suction apparatus is rigged, short quiet sentences and all is ready.

A prayer to the creator God; a request for guidance, mercy and healing for the boy.

Bright red blood against black-skin, white teeth and yellow rubber glove. Hands dance in attendance over the small field of a boy’s face. Decisive cuts, bleeding erupts and is subdued with heat and smoke. The smell of burnt flesh is part of the ritual of healing. Flesh is again measured, approximated and for the moment left open, a wide red gash in a young face. The cycle of drawing together the flesh begins. Parts long separated are reunited, flesh deficient is augmented by design; odd pattern is revealed as a fitting together of puzzles into a new declaration of wholeness. The red gash narrows; tissue layers are arranged and straightened. Finally the now thin red wound is closed by blue sutures against the black skin of the boy. A final suture is cut. He does not awake as yet but his face is whole.