“You’ll suffer naturally because you’re toxic,” my doctor husband sneered, blocking the nurses from performing a C-section for my giant 10-pound baby as revenge for his intern. I writhed in pain, clutching the bed rails until my knuckles turned white. When the grueling delivery finally ended, the heavy delivery room doors banged open. My husband staggered in, his face drained of color as he looked at the newborn chart, fell to the floor, and shrieked, “No… that’s impossible! Whose child is-“
“Doctor Jenkins, please, you mustn’t be severe with her,” Hannah murmured, her voice a breathy, fragile tremor. “Doctor Palmer is simply enduring so much agony. She surely didn’t intend to strike my tray when I lost my footing.”
My vision swam with red-hot fury. Barely sixty seconds prior, under the guise of daubing perspiration continue reading …