I helped take care of a miscarriage for the first time tonight. Mother came in with abdominal pain, doc sat and questioned her, we heard the fetal heart tones (wow!). But then she vomited, and started bleeding, and not long after, I was handing her 12-week-old to a family member wrapped for burial. Remembering the image "10 week abortion" flown continuously on a banner around campus last spring, inciting people: you're with us, or you kill babies. Yes, life is precious, and fragile. Blocks fall, and people die. No hospital, and the mother with pre-eclampsia dies. Take the broad view of life, and also the 3-inch view of one who never had a chance to live.
On a lighter note, Dan's team arrived on the ND-donor jet. To return from the hospital and see old friends--Kevin, Lars, Randy, Dan--doing a fire-man unloading the 2000lbs supplies they carried, along with many new faces of the next team. Great. First fresh week.
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