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A local woman missing- Mary Kubica

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“Do you know anything about this particular birth?” asks Bea.

“I do,” Jeanette says. She breathes deeply, holds the air in. At first

she’s reluctant to tell us. But then she does. She exhales slowly and

says, “The baby isn’t right.”

Bea and I exchange a glance. We’ve both seen the baby. The

baby didn’t look not right to us. “How so?” Bea asks.

“She suffered irreparable brain damage during the delivery. The

Tebows are suing Dr. Feingold for malpractice. Dr. Feingold should

have opted for a C-section, which Meredith suggested. The mother

was exhausted. But Dr. Feingold wouldn’t listen; he wouldn’t be told

what to do. He cut an episiotomy and used forceps instead, applying

too much pressure to the infant’s fragile skull.”

“But she will be all right?” I ask, worried for baby Grace. The fact

that Shelby is suing for malpractice concerns me. Lots of doctors get

sued. As a doctor myself, it’s one of my biggest fears. Many

malpractice suits are settled or dismissed before they ever get to

court. But still, it has lasting effects on a doctor’s finances and

reputation. If Dr. Feingold is the type of man Jeanette paints him to

be, I wonder what kind of reaction he’d have to being sued.

Jeanette shrugs. “We may not know for some time. Some of these

children are diagnosed with cerebral palsy. Some seizure disorders.

Still others have developmental delays. Meredith planned to testify

against Dr. Feingold. She was to give a deposition this week,” she

says, and for a second I don’t breathe. I think that this doctor did

something to silence Meredith so she couldn’t speak out against him.

The timing is significant. First Shelby went missing and then

Meredith, the two women who were witness to his negligence.

We go quiet, each lost in our own thoughts. In time, Jeanette drifts

away, standing under a tree in the distance, staring upward at the

clouds. I watch her for a moment.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Bea says, stealing my attention

away from Jeanette.

The rain picks up and then slows down. Dusk seems to come

sooner than usual because of the rain. By late afternoon it’s turning

dark, the clouds heavy and gray. Tonight there will be thunderstorms,

some violent, newscasters predict.

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