Opening the door of the ambulance, there's a noise.
An almost feral scream.
Entering the house, there's a noise.
An accusatory shout, querying the delay.
As the kit is prepared, there's a noise.
A low groan, panting, pushing.
As it's being born, there's a noise.
A parent's question, checking the baby's welfare.
Once the baby makes a full appearance, there's no noise.
No noise at all.
As it arrives, it's blue, lifeless. Silent.
We warm it, dry it, breathe for it.
After a few forced breaths, there's a noise.
The noise of a newborn's cry.
As the lungs open up and greet the world, there's a noise.
A loud, high-pitched, life-saving noise.
The most beautiful noise in the world.