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\u201cYou need to be more careful,\u201d Tyler said, setting his briefcase down. \u201cMom\u2019s been cooking all day, and you\u2019ve been sitting around complaining.\u201d<\/p>\n
I\u2019d been seven months pregnant and experiencing severe cramping for hours. Sitting around. That\u2019s what he called it.<\/p>\n
An ambulance came only because our neighbor, Mrs. Chen, heard my screams through the open window and called 911 without asking anyone\u2019s permission. I remember the paramedics rushing in, the cold efficiency of their movements as they loaded me onto the stretcher. Patricia tried to send them away, insisting I was being hysterical, but they ignored her completely.<\/p>\n
The emergency room became a blur of machines and urgent voices. A doctor with kind eyes told me they needed to perform an emergency C-section. The burns had sent my body into early labor and the baby was in distress. I signed forms with shaking hands while a nurse cut away my soup-stained clothes.<\/p>\n