I Secretly Visited a Different Gynecologist While Seven Months Pregnant. Minutes Into the Ultrasound, She Switched Off the Monitor, Slid an Emergency Consent Form Into My Hands, and Quietly Said, “There’s Something Inside Your Body That Shouldn’t Be There.” As My OB-GYN Husband Pounded on the Locked Clinic Door Demanding I Come Home, My New Doctor Discovered the Hidden Device, the Sedatives in My Blood, the Silver Cup My Mother-in-Law Carried Every Morning, and the Text Message That Began, “Keep Her Foggy Until Delivery.”
A faint dusting of powder still coated the inner edge of the silver cup. Dr. Reed leaned closer to the security monitor before instructing the nurse to preserve the recording …
I Secretly Visited a Different Gynecologist While Seven Months Pregnant. Minutes Into the Ultrasound, She Switched Off the Monitor, Slid an Emergency Consent Form Into My Hands, and Quietly Said, “There’s Something Inside Your Body That Shouldn’t Be There.” As My OB-GYN Husband Pounded on the Locked Clinic Door Demanding I Come Home, My New Doctor Discovered the Hidden Device, the Sedatives in My Blood, the Silver Cup My Mother-in-Law Carried Every Morning, and the Text Message That Began, “Keep Her Foggy Until Delivery.” Read More