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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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the cuffs of his latex gloves. “Her pelvic dimensions are perfectly adequate, and a vaginal delivery is vastly superior for the neonate’s respiratory development.”

He offered me a singular, withering glance of absolute contempt before returning his attention to the gleaming array of steel forceps. “One might assume she could suspend utilizing her medical continue reading …

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