Confessions Of A Baby Saver
The first time I walked through the neonatal-intensive-care unit three years ago, I felt like I was back in biology lab in junior high school–back with the frogs on every desk, the sickening smell of formaldehyde, the urge to vomit, and the desire to flee from something dark and cruel that passed for “science.” Though I was 25 years older and a professional I found myself reeling with the old but familiar panic and nausea as I scanned this room packed full of tables and boxes....