I Was Thirty-Three Weeks Pregnant When I Fell In The Hallway And Went Into Early Labor — I Called My Husband Twelve Times, But He Ignored Every Call

pain in my stomach. Contractions started immediately.

“Evan,” I whispered, trembling, gripping my phone. No answer. Again. And again.

By the fifth call, sweat poured down my neck. My baby twitched, then went still. I hit send to Marcus: I fell. Early labor. Evan won’t answer. 18 Briar Lane. Door code 0408.

Three dots appeared. “I’m calling an ambulance.continue reading …