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It was the perfect delivery. The baby's heartbeat had continued rapid and strong throught labor. Outside the windows of Northside Hospital-Cherokee, the rising sun was glinting off the copper roof of the gazebo and birds were chirping in the trees. With one push, the baby's head emerged. And a new voice was heard in the world.
But these things weren't what made the delivery perfect. It was a perfect delievery because I didn't make a mess.
It sounds trivial, but it's not. Whatever you do as a doctor, don't make a mess for the nurses. This was one concept they just didn't teach in medical school. You see, someone has to clean up your mess when you are through, and I have discovered from personal experience that that person or persons will harbor ill feelings toward you if you violate this rule...
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