I literally begged my husband on my knees to take me to the ER because I was in labor, but he snapped that I was just being dramatic and walked out to celebrate his mother’s birthday. Two days later, he smugly showed up at home, expecting to hold his newborn baby. But instead of hearing a baby’s cry, he was greeted by military vehicles packing our driveway and loaded guns waiting just for him.
The words hurt almost as much as the pain. I was thirty-eight weeks pregnant, and our doctor had warned us repeatedly that my blood pressure was dangerously unstable. She had told Ryan directly that if I had severe pain, dizziness, or bleeding, I needed emergency care immediately.
