“Is there a note in the front of the file?”
“Yes,” Corinne says, and she reads it aloud.“No African American personnel to care for this patient.”
Each word, it’s a bullet.
“As a result of this, the patient was reassigned from the defendant to you, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Did you observe Ruth’s reaction to that note?” Odette asks.
“I did. She was angry and upset. She told me that Marie had taken her off the case because she’s Black, and I said that didn’t sound like Marie. You know, like, there must have been more going on. She didn’t want to hear it. She said, ‘That baby means nothing to me.’ And then she stormed off.”
Stormed off? I went down the staircase, instead of taking the elevator. It is remarkable how events and truths can be reshaped, like wax that’s sat too long in the sun. There is no such thing as a fact. There is only how you saw the fact, in a given moment. How you reported the fact. How your brain processed that fact. There is no extrication of the storyteller from the story.
“Was Davis Bauer a healthy baby?” the prosecutor continues.
“It seemed that way,” Corinne admits. “I mean, he wasn’t nursing a lot, but that wasn’t particularly significant. Lots of babies are logy at first.”
“Were you at work on Friday, October third?”
“Yes,” Corinne says.
“Was Ruth?”
“No. She wasn’t supposed to come in at all, but I’m pretty sure we were shorthanded and she got pulled in to do a double—sevenP.M., running straight into Saturday.”
“So you were Davis’s nurse all day Friday?”
“Yes.”
“Did you perform any routine procedures on the infant?”
Corinne nods. “At around two-thirty I did the heel stick. It’s a standard blood test—it wasn’t done because the baby was sick or anything. All newborns get it, and it goes off to the state lab for analysis.”
“Did you have any concerns about your patient that day?”
“He was still having trouble latching on for breast feeding, but again, that’s not extraordinary for a first-time mom and a newborn.” She smiles at the jury. “Blind leading the blind, and all that.”
“Did you have any conversation with the defendant about Davis Bauer when she came on shift?”
“No. In fact she seemed to ignore him completely.”
It is like an out-of-body experience—sitting right here, in plain sight, and hearing these people discuss me as if I am not present.
“When did you next see Ruth?”
“Well, she was still on duty when I came back on shift at sevenA.M. She’d pulled an all-nighter, and was scheduled to leave at elevenA.M.”
“What happened that morning?” Odette asks.
“The baby was being circumcised. Usually the parents don’t like to see that happen in front of them, so we take the infant to the nursery. We give them a little bit of sweeties—basically sugar water—to calm them down a little, and the pediatrician does the procedure. When I wheeled in the bassinet, Ruth was waiting in the nursery. It had been a crazy morning, and she was taking a breather.”
“Did the circumcision go as planned?”
“Yes, no complications. The protocol is to monitor the baby for ninety minutes to make sure there’s no bleeding, or any other sort of issue.”
“Is that what you did?”
