She raised Laila's burqa and placed the wide end of the instrument on her belly, the narrow end to her own ear.
She listened for almost a minute, switched spots, listened again, switched spots again.
“I have to feel the baby now, hamshira.” She put on one of the gloves hung by a clothespin over the sink.
She pushed on Laila's belly with one hand and slid the other inside. Laila whimpered.
When the doctor was done, she gave the glove to a nurse, who rinsed it and pinned it back on the string.
“Your daughter needs a caesarian. Do you know what that is? We have to open her womb and take the baby out, because it is in the breech position.”
“I don't understand,” Mariam said. The doctor said the baby was positioned so it wouldn't come out on its own.
“And too much time has passed as is. We need to go to the operating room now.”
Laila gave a grimacing nod, and her head drooped to one side. “There is something I have to tell you,” the doctor said.
She moved closer to Mariam, leaned in, and spoke in a lower, more confidential tone.
There was a hint of embarrassment in her voice now. “What is she saying?” Laila groaned.
“Is something wrong with the baby?” “But how will she stand it?” Mariam said.
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