The Day I Had My C-Section, 208 Pregnant Women Died

Summary

The day of my C-section, my husband, Simon, burst into the operating room.

Defying doctors and my family, he violently pulled me out. “Iris, you can’t have this baby!” he yelled, his voice strained. “If you want to live, come with me!”

I had no idea what had gotten into him. But he was holding a knife, and I was too terrified to resist. I just let him drag me onto a train.

Later that afternoon, a notification popped up on my phone, and my blood ran cold. Within ten minutes of us leaving the hospital, every single pregnant woman in that hospital—except for me—was dead!