SUNDAY morning. Simon listening to one of his radios.

He pressed his back against the green-painted wall, trying to keep out of the way. His wife had been in labor two hours and forty minutes; a monitor had indicated fetal distress and the doctor, a man known for not doing Caesareans, had a choice to make. The doctors name was Zernikie and he had a pair of large dull-steel forceps inside the birth canal and was grapplingread.99csw.com for purchase. The instrument looked to Simon, who knew something of the weight and force of tools, capable of shattering the babys head in an instant. After all these years, he thought, thats the best they can do?

Carol was gripping his hand. The doctor glanced at Simon and said, "Gross, isnt it?" The circulating nurses exchanged pained looks.

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"Jesus is a rock in a weary land," says the radio. The preacher is black, with a deep sonorous voice.

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Zernikie had run eighteen blocks in a blizzard to get to the hospital after discovering that his car wouldnt start. He took hold of the head with the forceps and pulled, calmly and steadily. The head, b九九藏書right with blood, emerged to the level of the eyes. The doctor rotated the shoulders, pulled the baby out and placed it on the mothers stomach. A nurse began sponging the babys face as the doctor cut and tied off the cord. The baby had dark bruises on either side of her head. A nurse picked her up. "Heres Sarah," she said. Simon said, "Hello, Sarah."

"No no," he had said, "doing fine, keep going."