The contraction hit like a freight train, splitting my world into jagged shards of agony

The contraction hit like a freight train, splitting my world into jagged shards of agony. I was no longer a woman in a sterile hospital room; I was a vessel of raw, white-hot intensity. As I clawed at the plastic rails, desperate for a breath that wouldn’t come, the attending physician stepped forward. He pulled down his surgical mask, revealing the continue reading …