The doctor trying to save my life in the delivery room was my ex-husband—the same man who left me pregnant in the rain. What I told him made him stumble back.

the fluctuating numbers on the monitor. “The other attending surgeon is in the OR with a multi-trauma. Doctor Herrera is the only obstetric specialist available. He is the best.”

The best. The irony tastes like copper in my mouth.

Before I can formulate a protest, a contraction hits. It does not build; it strikes. It rips through my abdomen like a jagged continue reading …