Batoul and I now have matching friendship bracelets. They have our name and medical record numbers on them.

We both got splashed by amniotic fluid. Well, actually, the baby punched me right into my open mouth as I was catching it. The family med attending was laughing as I was trying to ignore the taste of amniotic fluid (my God, I shudder at the blocked memory). He pointed me to the sink, and when I was done rinsing I turn and I see Batoul running towards the sink. She had been hit in the nose and eyes by friendly fire during suctioning. It wasn’t much, but the mom had no labs.

Ah memories.

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