My Husband Said the Funeral Van Would Take Me to a Clinic—Then a Loose White Cord Gave Me a Chance to Get Out

When another person entered the room, I was told who it was.

I did not have to guess whether a closed door meant I would be ignored.

During the delivery, Brenda remained near my shoulder.

The neonatal staff were ready.

Dr.

Evans told me when to push and when to pause.

I could not think about the whole future.

I could think about the next instruction and the handrail beneath my palm.