“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-“
credentials to play the perpetual martyr, just this once,” he added, the words sliding off his tongue coated in venom.
I bit down on my lower lip with such ferocity that the distinct, coppery tang of my own blood flooded my palate. A sheen of glacial sweat plastered my hospital gown to my skin, pooling beneath my spine on the crinkling waterproof mat.continue reading …
