After several rotations in the neonatal intensive care unit, the 2-toned gong of the code bell rang directly in my spinal cord; reflexively, I found myself, along with the parade of respiratory therapists, nurses, and other health personnel, following the sound. A neonatal intensive care unit at night, a wise fellow once told me, is like a simmering volcano—always seething with the potential overflow of severe illness.
As the deep-throated gong rang again, the team realized which baby was “erupting.”
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