During intern orientation a few months ago, they promised we would never be alone in the hospital. And they were right. Until they weren’t.
It’s hard to see colors in the dark — that’s why he looks blue. That’s strange; it almost seems like his chest is not moving. I must be overreacting. Everything is fine.
My right hand began flicking his foot.
Yell for help.
This baby is a healthy newborn.
Call a code.