Up until this point, the sight of wounded soldiers in the hospital hasn’t moved Scarlett, except to make her feel disgust. Now, the war seems horrifyingly real, and Scarlett can’t ignore the consequences of it. In comparison to Dr. Meade’s task tending to thousands of dying soldiers, Scarlett’s predicament seems insignificant. Dr. Meade also seems to consider the birth of a baby an annoyingly feminine concern in the midst of a very male concern: war, and its tragedies. Scarlett, as a woman, is on her own.