Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia

Of course death can happen at any hour. Like this: after birth, at dawn, the sun pressing through thick hospital windows, climbing peach walls of the delivery room, ending the long labor in the operating room. Cutting the baby from where she would not come. My snug gloves, warmth and wetness of birth, every single one. Except she was to die; hole at her center, bowel peristalsing her chest. Months you knew too, carrying her, she moved inside, so different from your miscarriages. Placental separation, inarched to the heart-lung machine, floors junked with effort. Luminescent skin of lanugo, newborn hirsutism; lovely photographs —her life of hours.
Source: JAMA - Category: General Medicine Source Type: research