One day after I gave birth, my mother walked into the hospital room with custody papers. She said my “infertile” sister deserved the child more than I did. I had paid $42,500 for her IVF treatments. Later, I discovered that clinic never existed. When my mother threatened my military career to get my son… I finally showed them who they were messing with…
The scent of St. Jude’s Medical Center was a sharp, uncompromising blend of industrial bleach, latex, and the lingering, metallic tang of my own physical exhaustion. The rhythmic beep-beep-beep of …
One day after I gave birth, my mother walked into the hospital room with custody papers. She said my “infertile” sister deserved the child more than I did. I had paid $42,500 for her IVF treatments. Later, I discovered that clinic never existed. When my mother threatened my military career to get my son… I finally showed them who they were messing with… Read More