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“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-“

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monument of unadulterated, arctic hatred.

The epidural line was severed. Stripped of pharmacological mercy, an inferno of unspeakable torment detonated across my nervous system. I tipped my head back toward the blistering surgical lights and locked my hands around the solid steel guardrails of the bed, channeling every ounce of my trauma-honed focus,continue reading …

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