In an operating suite on the delivery ward in the University Hospital I am, for the first time, assisting on a caesarean section. I place my hands on its surface and feel two small ears and the curve of a skull inside. That evening after work, my son and I drive to our cabin on an island south of Oslo. In the north towards Oslo, the sun is painting a cathedral of cumulus in crimson, ochre and orange. My experience of the caesarean section earlier has left a strange residue on the day.

Source: The Irish Times July 08, 2019 07:41 UTC