Five Days After My C-Section, My Husband Gave Me $20 and Told Me to Take the Bus Home With Our Newborn.

of people surged forward. I clutched my son tightly to my chest, using my own frail body as a shield, trying to navigate through the forest of shoulders and arms to find a place to stand.

The bus was packed. The sour stench of sweat, gasoline, and damp clothing mingled into a thick fog. The C-section wound throbbed with every jolt and shudder of the continue reading …