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By morning, after a long night of IV adjustments and me trying to sit up, I checked my phone. No texts from my mom or my sister. Out of habit, I opened Facebook. There it was\u2014matching outfits, sunglasses, drinks on a beach: \u201cThe best family vacation.\u201d Posted at 10:03 p.m., the same night I was cut open to bring a life into the world. They knew the date. They knew the hospital. I had asked them to come. They left. I didn\u2019t cry. I just stared until the screen dimmed.<\/p>\n
Brandon came in with coffee, sat, took the baby, told me to sleep. He didn\u2019t mention the photo. I didn\u2019t, either. When the nurses asked about discharge and whether I had help at home, I said yes. I didn\u2019t say the truth: my mother hadn\u2019t called; my sister hadn\u2019t checked in.<\/p>\n
Six weeks crawled by. I was still weak, still bleeding, sleeping in pieces, doing part-time work from the couch because clients didn\u2019t care that I had stitches and a newborn. I left my phone on the table for an hour. When I picked it up: 88 missed calls. Mostly from my mom, some from my sister, a few unknown numbers. On top, a text from my sister: \u201cWe need $5,000 now. Please.\u201d<\/p>\n