...Since Areli woke up, she had been praying. I was too, in midst of trying to be a good doctor to my wife and baby. But quickly I realized that our prayer had become very practical: left or right. We had the option of driving left to the closest hospital (twenty minutes away with some heroic driving) that could treat Areli and had some basic treatment for premature babies. Or we could turn right towards the city (at least a two hour drive) where there was more modern care for both. I was hearing "left." I called Cathy, our nurse practitioner colleague, briefly described our situation, asked her what she was hearing, and she agreed "left"...