My Newborn Was Screaming in the ER When a Man in a Rolex Said I Was Wasting Resources – Then the Doctor Burst Into the Room and Stunned Everyone
It was 2 a.m. in the ER, and I was slumped in a plastic chair in pajama pants still stained from birth, cradling my three-week-old. Olivia burned with fever, screaming until her voice went hoarse. My C-section scar throbbed. I whispered, “Shh, baby. Mommy’s here,” praying she’d last until a doctor came. Across from us,…