I Begged My Husband Not to Leave as Labor Began, But They Locked the Door and Went to Dinner Instead

the ambulance, I caught one last glimpse of the shattered patio door.

The doorway my husband had left through.

The doorway emergency responders had broken through to save me.

The symbolism wasn’t lost on me.

One group had abandoned me.

The other had rescued me.

The ambulance ride passed in flashes of pain, bright lights, radio calls, and urgent instructions.continue reading …