VIP Maternity for Her, Nothing for Me

While waiting for my prenatal check-up, a young woman behind me accidentally bumped into me.

A faint trickle of blood stained my clothes. I gritted my teeth, clutching my agonizing pregnant belly, ready to call for help.

The young woman, Chloe, cried, begging me not to:

“My boyfriend is a famous OB-GYN. I promise your baby will be fine! I'll call him down right away.”

She quickly called her boyfriend.

I heard him on the phone, his voice laced with concern:

“Chloe, I told you I'd pick you up today. Why did you come to the hospital yourself? The first trimester is the most dangerous!”