Aren't the rains always to bring good times?

My maid didn't turn up for work yesterday without informing me in advance and I didn't give it much thought, even though I know she has never done that before.
She came in today and spoke half in tears.
She told me that her sister had a baby on Sunday night. That the baby seemed ok in the beginning but developed some sort of respiratory issues and the doctors said "We can't fix this, take the baby to another hospital".
And these people went out in the rain with a new born babe to another hospital where they said "We don't have a bed, we can't take the baby in"
The rain caused a fever and the baby died.
Where is the sense in this? How pathetic can a medical organisation get that they turn out a babe saying there's no space! How much space do they need after all, the size of half a hand ??
Do they not realise that a life that was nurtured for 9 months, something that was awaited eagerly all lost because they went to a hospital that couldn't fix something and then were forced to go to another heartless place.
What is the world coming to if life is not the most important thing there is ??