”I’d say you’re just about even now,” Dr. Andrews says as she looks up from working on Orla. I haven’t let go of Orla’s shoulder as she works on feeding our brand new baby. We got Orla wheeled into a room to get checked out and apparently she needs a few stitches.

”Even?” I look down the bed and see a bunch of blood and wish I hadn’t. Dr. Andrews cackles.

”Oh, you know, her vagina poked your willy and now ...