I was eight months pregnant when my body started screaming that something was wrong—dizziness, cramps, a cold sweat that wouldn’t stop. I called my husband again and again. No answer. Hours later, he stumbled in reeking of liquor. “Take me to the hospital,” I begged. He laughed. “You’re being dramatic.” Then his hand flashed—smack. I woke under bright hospital lights, and the doctor’s next words made me realize… my life would never be the same.
I was eight months pregnant when my body started screaming that something was wrong—dizziness, cramps that tightened like a belt, and a cold sweat that soaked my shirt. I tried the “normal” fixes: water, breathing, lying on my left side, counting kicks. At first the baby answered. Then the movement slowed, and my panic spiked….