I work 20 hours over each weekend as a clinical chaplain at a community hospital in the suburbs of Chicago. A chaplain is a spiritual counselor. I am also ordained for ministry from my church. Usually, the work at the hospital consists of reaching out to grieving, stressed out families of patients in the hospital. Or working with the patients themselves. We have an intensive care unit, a progressive care unit, an emergency department, etc. Standard community hospital setting.

I have a master's degree in health psychology/spirituality, and spent most of last year as a clinical fellow at the Institute for Psychoanalysis in Chicago, studying under the brilliant dean there, Dr. Paul Holinger, M.D. So my recent training/focus and interest is in this area in mental health and healing. Most of my career, however, has been spent as a journalist writing about science and medicine for Fox News and other conservative media.

I have never been trained in obstetrics and gynecology. However, on Monday morning, as I was getting ready to leave the shift at 530 a.m. I stopped in the chapel to pray, and little did know that I was about to get a crash course/mini-residency in oby/gyn.

As I left the chapel, I heard a pregnant woman screaming in pain. Her husband was next to her in panic. She was leaning against the outside, hallway wall of the chapel, about 15 feet from the entrance. I counseled them that everything would be okay. That I would take care of them. That Jesus would bless them. I ran to my office which is about a 1 minute walk from the chapel, also on the first floor of the hospital, right off the front lobby. Immediately, I called transportation to get her a wheelchair. No response! It's early a.m. No one there! No one at the hospital's front desk either! Shift change time!

So I ran all the way back past the chapel, I told the wife she would be fine, and blessed her again. I grabbed the husband's hand, and consoled him too, saying "God bless you,"

I dashed up to the sixth floor maternity ward -- grabbed the nurse and said we have a delivery coming in the hall downstairs and I need a wheelchair for the mom.

We got downstairs, me, two nurses and the resident physician, a young woman doctor in her twenties, and the mom was yelling, "I'm going to die!"

I approached her, petting her head, "Don't worry sweetie. My wife had a baby 13 years ago and she said the same thing. The baby is coming."

We lifted her, put her into the wheelchair, and...now there is a new baby in the world.