I still remember the night I went into labor as one of the most vulnerable moments of my life. I was scared, exhausted, and completely dependent on the people around me. Among them was the woman who held my hand, spoke softly to me, and reassured me that everything would be fine as I brought my child into the world.
She was part of the medical team. She smiled often. She called me strong. I trusted her without question. What I did not know then was that she was also sharing my bed when I wasn’t there.
For years, I considered that delivery a sacred memory, despite the pain.…CONTINUE READING