Hurtling along in the Landcruiser Troopy ambulance to the remote airstrip, the sick three-week-old baby strapped into the carrier next to me choked for air.
As I reassured the little girl’s mum, I glanced around the back of the Troopy, scoping out space in case I needed to resuscitate.
Then, spotting the tail lights of the Royal Flying Doctor Service (RFDS) plane in the pitch black desert sky, I breathed a sigh of relief.
As doctors transferred the ill bub to the plane, I knew she
