Near the end of the day I met K. for the first time. She is 38, about a month before her due date. Three years ago she adopted a Nepalese infant who suffered some brain trauma at birth (not sure whether or not K knew this at the time of adoption, I think yes, but not the extent). K thinks it may have been a vaginal breech delivery, a not uncommon source of birth injuries.
So of course she is worried whether this baby might be breech. My impression from an abdominal exam was that the baby was head first and I confirmed that with an ultrasound.
She was visibly relieved: "You've made my day."
"I wish it were always this easy," I noted. And we both laughed.
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