I was a young obstetrician back then, only a few years into my career. I had helped deliver countless newborns, but nothing prepared me for the helplessness I felt that night. Rain hammered against the roof while the wind screamed outside like it wanted to rip the world apart.
I had just finished reviewing patient charts and was about to switch off the lights when loud pounding echoed at my front door. At first, I blamed the storm. Then, beneath the noise, I heard it clearly—
A baby crying.
My hands shook as I walked toward the door.r.…continue reading…
