She continued in this wretched state up to the 9th September, with her husband cleaning and bandaging her every night (for they were too poor to call upon physicians or surgeons). Then, when he was wiping away the muddy discharge issuing from the ulcer around her navel, he felt a little bone (it was one of the parietal bones which had come away because of the decomposition). He pulled it out and found skin with some hair, which led him to recognise that it was the head of the child whose existence he had doubted for so long. Being completely stunned, he sent at all speed to Pollet (on the outskirts of Dieppe) to fetch a reliable, skilled surgeon, by the name of Jean Colas whose practice is there. Having observed and examined the patient and listened to her account and that of the others present, Colas recognised the truth of the matter. He exhorted the woman to remain of good cheer, and said they would delay proceeding until the next morning since he did not wish to undertake such a dangerous operation without help and good advice.

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