Winter here in the mountains could feel like being stuck up in a tree house, without a way down, more so in December. Fog enshrouded the hospital all day and stayed through the switch to nightshift. We passed the baby, Doctor to me to mom. The little one spat out bubbles and screamed when I wiped her back. More blood and placenta landed on the delivery floor at lunchtime. I ate leftover fish sticks and peas. Later on chicken, corn salsa, guacamole on a paper plate. Lemon water. Measured in food and lack of sleep, I carried on. I remembered to look up.
