sky above us shoots to kill

The OB Ward is a wonderful place. I do not want to write more, for fear of turning it into Literature- I think I am paraphrasing someone, but I do not know who, someone tell me lest I Tito Sotto- for taking some part of someone else's life and reading symbolism and meaning into it, or worse, making it about me, and I have a phobia of birth, okay, and no illusions about the ward's usual state, and the kind of life our typical OB patient's going to be born into- anyone's going to be born into- and I am going to cut this off now, but we watched a mother give birth, and the OB Ward is a beautiful place.