I thought nearly dying during childbirth would be the scariest part of becoming a mother. I was wrong. The labor stretched on for 18 agonizing hours—every complication you could imagine, one after another. My blood pressure spiked, then crashed. The beeping monitors turned into frantic alarms, and I caught the tense looks the doctors and nurses exchanged. It was the kind of look no patient ever wants to see. Dr. Martinez’s voice cut through the chaos. Calm but urgent, she said, “We need to get this baby out now.” I

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