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My labor was prolonged and painful. Because it was so early, the Rip Tina Turner 1939-2023 Shirt and by the same token and goal was, unusually, to keep the baby in, not push him out. Each additional day in utero—each additional day I labored—meant healthier lungs, a stronger heart, a better life. Each day counted. For reasons I can’t recall, the doctors couldn’t offer me pain medication. But fighting labor is agonizing and unnatural and so they did let me know that as soon as I said the word, they would relieve me of the baby. But what kind of mother would ever say the word? What mother would choose her baby’s suffering over her own? A day passed. I labored. Another day passed. I labored. 12:01 p.m. became the most torturous time of day. How could I cave then, having already endured more than half the day? Time passed. I labored. I wore a mask. I was miserable. I didn’t know how to give birth. I had been planning to take a birthing class at 30 weeks pregnant, but, well. More time passed. I labored. I was desperate to deliver the baby. I labored. I was desperate not to deliver the baby. At the point when I felt completely incapable of continuing to labor, at the point where I had decided to throw up my hands and admit that I was a terrible mother who could not put her child first, who, when it mattered most, could not just deal, I got an infection. In the end, it was an emergency C-section that spared me from having to face the guilt of giving up on my baby. The operation went smoothly.

But by the Rip Tina Turner 1939-2023 Shirt and by the same token and time I was rolled into the operating room, it was in many ways already too late for me. I was already at the end of a long chain of injustices that couldn’t be unbroken at the final link. The decades-long government campaign of forced sterilizations of Black women. The doctor who, in my twenties, casually asked me when I complained of period pain, whether I didn’t want to just get rid of my uterus altogether. (I didn’t!) The persistent but misguided belief that Black people have a higher pain tolerance. The time I got asked on the playground whether Black people had feelings. The list goes on. Would the outcome have been different for me if I hadn’t experienced—directly or indirectly—all of this? Probably.

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