It was a good night, but it’s been a brutal morning.
As a family doctor who does obstetrics, I generally enjoy my time with laboring patients. When I arrived on the maternity floor last night to start my call, things looked pleasantly uneventful. Several patients were in labor. Only one wasn’t progressing well: Ana, age twenty-two.
I was told that Ana had come to the floor two days earlier, leaking puddles of clear