Elizabeth Jarrett Andrew

Not two weeks after Mom’s memorial service, there was a rush on the maternity ward. Birth always comes this way, coupled in a twisted dance with death. You don’t learn that in medical school. I was a health unit secretary, thirty-two years old, and since my coffee at eight that night, I had admitted five women. I kept misplacing things—files, messages, my keys. The phone’s … [Read more...] about Hannah: A Midwife’s Story