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The Night I Was Cut Open and Left Alone<\/h2>\nThe Night I Was Cut Open and Left Alone<\/h2>\nI whispered through tears after surgery, \u201cCan someone hold the baby so I can rest?\u201d Hours passed. No one came. The next morning, still bleeding and barely able to stand, I opened Facebook and saw my mom\u2019s post: \u201cThe best family vacation!\u201d Six weeks later, still weak and stitched, my phone lit up with eighty-eight missed calls and a text from my sister: \u201cWe NEED $5,000 NOW.\u201d I kissed my son\u2019s tiny forehead and typed back.<\/p>\n
I never planned on a C-section. I thought I\u2019d push like everyone else I knew. After seventeen hours of contractions with no progress, the doctor came in with that calm voice that somehow makes your chest sink and said we needed surgery. I didn\u2019t argue. I was too tired to lift my head. The OR was bright and cold. My arms were strapped down, pressure heavy on my chest\u2014then a cry. My son\u2019s first sound. They brought him to my face for a breath of a second, then whisked him away while they closed me up.<\/p>\n
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