We had a similarly eminent physician delivering for my wife in the unit she managed. Because he was leaving town for a polo tournament, so he induced her with pitocin to the point where he almost killed our daughter after 14 hours of labor. It's a good thing he knew what he was doing with forceps or she would have been a crash C-section.
I've got nothing against polo (I help exercise a local guy's ponies for him when they come off winter quarters), but anybody who rushes an induction to make a date is a bad apple. Period. He wouldn't have passed my investigation (and I would have been sweating bullets if he had been one of my client's insureds).
Obstetrics was my man's life (he died in harness). He didn't leave the hospital while we were waiting to see what my placenta would do, he was sitting right there drinking coffee with my long-suffering husband. And his partner was there bright and early the next morning, "What the )(*&%$! is this I hear about you hoarding your )(**(&*^$ placenta, honey? We can't GIVE the (*&*%^@! things away!"
My roommate (a scholarly and refined lady who was getting her doctorate in Old Testament Theology at Emory) was horrified, but I thought he was a hoot!
Sounds like the ob/gyn my friend had. He scheduled her to have her baby induced only because he was going out of town on holiday.