Forget choosing yellow vs green

Dead babies never get any easier. There's something inherently awful in the knowing that the baby you're carrying inside is dead; this little one only had three weeks to go, and now he is dead. There is tragedy in helping a woman bring forth something dead and rotting from her womb. Somehow, I am not surprised that this is happening on my shift at this juncture. They never get any easier to do. Death instead of life; grief instead of joy; ironic juxtapositions of a shell-game-like switcheroo...