“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, that is a flagrant violation of foundational protocol! The shock will cause her to code!” the senior circulating nurse shrieked, physically interposing herself between Bradley and the monitors.
“If her heart stops, it falls on my malpractice insurance! Pin her down this instant!” Bradley roared, the sheer mass of his ego suffocating continue reading …