Just one day before giving birth, my husband used the $23,000 I’d saved for delivery to pay off his sister’s debt. “She’ll die without it—just take something to delay the birth,” he said, then walked out while I went into labor. With my last strength, I called my mother. He had no idea that call would send his life into a downward spiral.

inside the room was suffocatingly, terrifyingly cold.

I was thirty-two years old, and I was exactly thirty-six weeks pregnant.

My pregnancy had been a nightmare from the beginning. I had been diagnosed early on with placenta accreta, an incredibly severe, high-risk condition where the placenta grows too deeply into the uterine wall. It carried a massive,continue reading …