Bright red blood trickles down the obstetrician’s yellow sleeve as she rotates her wrist back and forth in the woman’s pelvis. A sharp cry fills the labor and delivery room. The obstetrician squints, then withdraws her bloody gloved hand from between the pregnant woman’s bent white legs, wipes it on her gown, and looks up at me with concern in her eyes.

“Are you the neonatologist?” she says.

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