By Aasha Bhatta
I was twenty-two, a year out of nursing school, when a woman named Dhana came in the private hospital, barely alive. We rushed to donate blood and resuscitate her. Dhana had delivered a child at home, but the placenta had remained inside. Fearing it would slip back inside, a piece of wood was tied to her umbilical cord. After excess bleeding, Dhana had walked for a day, then took an ambulance to reach us.
The hospital ...