 How does Alice feel about delivering the baby on the space station?
There, high in the emptiness of space, Space Station One swung in its orbit. Once every two hours, the artificial satellite looped completely around the planet, watching what went on below. Outside its bright steel hull was the silence of the interplanetary vacuum; inside, in the hospital ward, Lieutenant Alice Britton clutched at the sheets of her bed in pain, then relaxed as it faded away. The terrible pressure of a rocket landing would increase her effective body weight to nearly half a ton; an adult human being couldn't take that sort of punishment for long, much less the tiny life that was growing within her. Her pregnancy had never made her uncomfortable; the slow rotation of the wheel-shaped station about its axis gave an effective gravity at the rim only half that of Earth's surface, and the closer to the hub she went, the less her weight became. According to the major, the baby was due sometime around the first of September. And at a maximum of half of Earth gravity, you shouldn't weigh more than seventy pounds then. The depressurization hadn't hurt her too much, but the shock had been enough to start labor. "Something wrong, doctor?" "Incubator," he said, without taking his eyes off the clock. "Incubator. We can't deliver a seven-month preemie without an incubator." But as soon as we get within radio range of White Sands, I'll ask them to send up an emergency rocket with an incubator. It will be at least three hours before they can get a ship up here. Major Banes was in the Communications Center a full five minutes before the coastline of California appeared on the curved horizon of the globe beneath them. He had spent the hour typing out a complete report of what had happened to Alice Britton and a list of what he needed. When the receiver teletype began clacking softly, he leaned over the page, waiting anxiously for every word. ORBIT NOW BEING COMPUTED FOR RENDEZVOUS WITH SS-1 AS OF NEXT PASSAGE ABOVE USA. MEDICS LOADING SHIP TWELVE WITH INCUBATOR AND OTHER SUPPLIES. Each room of the space station was protected by airtight doors and individual heating units; if some accident, such as a really large meteor hit, should release the air from one room, nearby rooms would be safe. Banes' next stop was the hospital ward. Alice Britton was resting quietly, but there were lines of strain around her eyes which hadn't been there an hour before. You'll be the mother of the first child born in space.
 She is confident in Major Barnes. She feels he's perfectly competent, though obstetrics is not his field.
 She is confident in Major Barnes. She feels he's perfectly competent, though obstetrics is not his field.  She is excited. She's going to be famous. No one has ever had a baby in space before.  She is terrified. No one has ever had a baby in space before.  She is scared because the baby is so early and there is no incubator onboard the space station.