I was sitting in my car around 4 p.m. on a Friday, waiting in the parking lot to be called in for my pre-delivery Covid test. I was equally exhausted from the physical demands of my second pregnancy and the emotional labor of typing up my loose ends at work with hundreds of patients.
That’s when I received an email from an administrator at the hospital where I worked. “Oops,” the message read, “sorry I didn’t send this to you earlier.”