Originally posted January 30th, 2021
Yesterday was my son’s birthday. It was a joyous day for him. He got to eat junk food, run around and pop balloons, and open presents. He even got to “spend time” with his…dad; although he spent the couple hours he stayed pacing back and forth like he’d rather be somewhere else. My son squealed, laughed, played, watched television, and ate junk food until he was satisfied. This went on and on until he finally crashed around 10:30 pm. I was so happy that he was happy. He went to sleep with a smile on his face as usual, but I felt like this one, in particular, was special.
Every year my son’s entrance into the world and the days following up to it violently comes to mind, as well as a few days after. It’s a memory I don’t particularly care for because it appears in a flash. It sticks around like an unwanted party guest. No matter how many times I try and shove it out of my mind, it finds its way back.
Some background I’d like to mention. When I had my daughter in 2011, four days later exactly – after being released from the hospital – I had the most excruciating pain in my abdomen. It dropped me to my knees and I couldn’t move. One minute I’m fine, making Thanksgiving dinner, and the next the fire department is in my bedroom strapping me into a stair chair to take me to the hospital. They took me to the University Hospital of Twinsburg (I wouldn’t go here if you’re black, they’re bigots and sexist – more on that later) they then transferred me to Summa Health in Akron where I had her. They did a CT – gave me the solution and everything. They thought I still had after-birth inside of me. They did a vaginal exam and gave me pain meds because I was still in so much pain. They couldn’t find anything. They made me take a urine test and couldn’t find anything. The pain finally went away and they discharged me and they didn’t give me an exact idea of what happened or what caused my pain, but they treated me with respect and dignity and they took my pain seriously. Thank you, Summa Health.
Fast-forward to 2018 I just had my son and here I am in pain again for the same reason, the same days apart. This time was so much different than last time. So much different. I sleep in the nude. This is important to the story. I was also resting in a recliner in my living room my entire pregnancy and that’s where they found me. This is important to the story as well.
I’m screaming and hollering and in pain and cannot move. My youngest son’s father did not have any kind of urgency or showed any kind of empathy for my pain. My neighbors can hear me (I found this out later) and they did nothing. He leaves, takes his time even, on foot to find me some kind of relief. He’s gone for over an hour. He brings back these heat bags for your hands when it’s cold. Anything was better than nothing at this point. It didn’t work. I should have called the ambulance well before he left instead. I couldn’t call them when he left because there was no one to call to watch my newborn and two other children. So, I’m sitting in my recliner screaming in pain for over an hour. He calls 911 the fire department comes and they seem more annoyed and indifferent than he did, somehow.
Again, I have only a blanket covering me as I’m nude. He hands me my sleeveless nightgown and no one helps me put it on. I have to uncurl myself to get it on while in pain. “Alright Ms. Barnes, we’re going to take you downstairs now, can you stand?” I tell them no, I cannot. I’m in that much pain. My hair is all over my head and I have on this really thin ass nightgown with no sleeves. I mention to them and to him “I’m going to need my coat and boots as I am going to have to walk home.” I knew where they were taking me, they were taking me to the University Hospital of Twinsburg. I knew I was going to have issues. No one grabs my coat or my boots but he made sure I had my phone and breast pump. What?
“Do not hold your breath for anyone,
Do not wish your lungs to be still,
It may delay the cracks from spreading,
But eventually they will.
Sometimes to keep yourself together
You must allow yourself to leave,
Even if breaking your own heart
Is what it takes to let you breathe.”
–Erin Hanson
They hog-carry me down the steps and two parking-lots over to the ambulance with my ass out, my nightgown is barely covering me. The way they carried me made my pain worse. They lay me on the bed and put a blanket on me and off to hell on earth.
I arrive just 3 minutes up the street – by car – to one of the worst hospitals I’ve ever been to. They take one look at me and assume a drug user. They look at my skin and assume I was shooting up looking for drugs that or I was faking. Nah, those scars were from a very abusive childhood that never went away and will never go away. I have to live with that constant reminder every day of my life. I’m screaming and hollering and they’re telling me to shush. They went back and forth for over 30 minutes on whether I should have pain meds and they didn’t want to give me that. I explain to them why I’m there and they took their time with that.
They deduced after-birth and did a vaginal exam. The man who came in and did it didn’t even give me any modicum of dignity, didn’t bother closing the privacy curtains or anything. A very pregnant nurse who was assisting walked by smacked her lips rolled her eyes and closed the curtains. The guy examining me was so rough and unforgiving I wanted to kick him in the throat. He didn’t see anything and left. Another nurse came in and told me to pee in a cup.
“If we were to actually walk a mile in the other person’s shoes, there’s a good chance that we’d end up opting to live the rest of our lives walking barefoot.” –Craig D. Lounsbrough
They didn’t care if I was still in pain, they didn’t ask if I could walk. They gave me the cup and walked out. I took my piss test and that was it. I didn’t hear back from anyone until I overheard them ask the pregnant nurse “hey did you guys go in and explain what’s going on?” “Yea!” “Well, here’s her discharge papers, send her on her way.” No one came in and told me anything!
“Worrying is carrying tomorrow’s load with today’s strength- carrying two days at once. It is moving into tomorrow ahead of time. Worrying doesn’t empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.” –Corrie Ten Boom
She asked me to sign my discharge papers. I signed them and explained to her my situation. I’m here, alone, with no shoes, coat, socks, or anything. It’s 33 degrees outside with no way to get back up the street. She asked me if there was someone who could come help me. “If there had been they’d be here with me right now,” I told her. She says, “well, there’s nothing I can do. Here are some socks and a blanket. Good luck.” She even said I could have an extra pair of thin ass hospital socks and that she’d “pray for me”. At that moment what I was feeling was this:
What?! Based on your own religion, your god put me in this situation. Free-will can’t be the cause and the solution, pick a lane. What exactly would that prayer do besides absolutely nothing?! Guess who’s about to get themselves home barefoot in the snow? Your god isn’t going to come down and walk next to me or for me. The amount of people who go through this life tossing out prayers to anyone who will listen is too damn high. It’s a knee-jerk reaction. It’s like the grocer who bags your groceries tell you to have a good day. That’s out of obligation, they don’t give two fucks about you having a good day. You’re another damn face that they want out of theirs.
If God is just, what in the fuck did I do to deserve that? Explain that shit to me. Give me a damn clue! God wasn’t there when I walked home. God wasn’t there when I was raped. God wasn’t there when I was molested FOR YEARS. God wasn’t there when I was being abused, neglected, and made to feel less than human. God wasn’t there when my own family had me jumped on several different occasions. Where was god when I was getting robbed? Where was God when my mom fell asleep holding a lit cigarette to my leg and was so strung out she didn’t wake up to my wails? Where was God when that very same woman was warm under blankets and I’m naked in a crib in the dead of winter and the window is open? Where was god when I was taken from my mom by a damn crackhead to my grandmother who was no better than her? Where was God when my mom kicked me down the steps when I was strapped in a fucking stroller?! Where was god when I had to watch someone put a gun to my grandmother’s head because her son in the next room over owed them money? Where was God when my ex-husband was abusing me? Where was he? Where was he? Where was he? Where the fuck was he?!?! Where was this just God? Watching? “God doesn’t give you more than you can handle” is a sorry ass excuse to justify shit that happens. Just say “shit happens” instead of saying “God is in control” or “Satan is working hard”. God is to blame for satan too because instead of smiting his ass he keeps him around as a scapegoat?!!? WHAT?! Why couldn’t god be the bigger person and forgive Satan? Because god either doesn’t exist or doesn’t care and free-will is a “GET OUT OF JAIL FREE” card. I came into this world dead and had to be resuscitated because of all the drugs and alcohol that were in my system. Based on my geographical location, the [god – christ/Jesus. If this was the middle-east, it’d be Allah. Somebody’s wrong here. Even though THEY’RE BOTH RENDITIONS OF THE SAME DAMN ABRAHAMIC RELIGION!!] in question decided to bring me into this world already at a disposition. Let’s not even begin to talk about the moms who have to give birth to dead babies. What the hell did they have to do to deserve that? Nothing because the “good book” explains all that shit away.
“Pray for me”?! She could have just kept her mouth closed, it would have had the same result.
I was so angry when she said those 3 words to me that day I could spit fire. It was in the most patronizing and passive-aggressive tone. Now though? Whatever. I let it roll off my back like water on a duck.
They gave me a bag for my breast pump and phone. That was it.
I call my baby daddy at my apartment. I tell him, hey they’re saying they can’t help me get home. There’s nothing they can do. He says, “That’s BS, See what they can do. Call me back.” I’m floored at this point. He’s part of the reason why I don’t have these things. I don’t care about walking home, it’s the fact that I’m in nothing but a thin ass nightgown, hospital socks, and a damn blanket. That 4-minute ride here is a 15-20 minute walk back! I’m livid at this point. I grab my things and leave the ER.
“There are only two kinds of people who can drain your energy: those you love, and those you fear. In both instances it is you who let them in. They did not force their way into your aura, or pry their way into your reality experience.” –Anthon St. Maarten
I’m in the waiting room pacing back and forth. Hair all over my head. I’m crying at this point I’m so mad. The guy in the corner was looking at me like I’m crazy. I hate this place I remember saying to myself. I look outside and prepare for this cold ass walk home. It was 33 degrees that day. There’s ice, snow, and mud. The only sidewalk was the one leading up to the hospital after that there was nothing until I get over the freeway overpass and make it to Hadden Rd.
I walked home.
Guess what I saw when I walked in the door?
sigh
I opened the door, my daughter is sitting on the couch. My eldest son is standing next to my desk where the recliner is watching what’s on my screen. My newborn was rocking in his swing asleep. Baby daddy was reclined, with his arm behind his head watching ‘F is for Family’. The irony. I can’t even watch that show anymore. There was no urgency. He didn’t seem phased at all that I had to walk home or the possibility that I might have to. Mind you, I didn’t call him back. He didn’t show any signs of getting the kids together and walk to bring me my coat and boots at least. I stood at that door and broke down crying. I just couldn’t believe my eyes. He asked me if I walked; faking concern when he couldn’t care less. I lied and told him I got a ride home. I don’t know why I lied. I think it had a lot to do with his indifference to everything. I couldn’t deal with any more of it.
“That’s the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end.” –Elizabeth Wurtzel
I gave birth to my son alone. I took his first minutes into the world photos with one hand. I ended up being in my hospital room with my newborn for two days before anyone came and seen me. That first night, I wept in the dark. Had I not been assertive, my hospital bag would have been still at my apartment. I wouldn’t have clean clothes, his clothes. Nothing. He ended up staying an extra day because he was still jaundiced and wasn’t urinating. I wasn’t producing enough milk to help him or for it to filter through his liver so they had to put him in the nursery with a blue light and a blanket wrapped around him.
“No amount of me trying to explain myself was doing any good. I didn’t even know what was going on inside of me, so how could I have explained it to them?” –Sierra D. Waters
He got a ride home from the hospital after I had my son when he finally came and visited me. He left with a box of my things and I find out later some of those things were stolen from me or given away. I ended up having to catch the bus home with the newborn in tow and my big ass duffel hospital bag along with my personal bag. It was cold as hell. I then get inside the house to find that he didn’t do anything he said he was going to do, like last time when I had my daughter. I don’t know why I expected anything different. He didn’t clean up anything and didn’t put the crib together like he said he would. He said he didn’t know how because there were no instructions. I end up having to put it together myself; luckily, the baby stayed asleep. He sat there and watched me put it together. Just like he watched me cry out in pain and watched them hog carry me down the steps with no coat or boots. I have no idea what I was being punished for, but something inside me broke.
I then turned around the next day after getting home from the hospital and went to court over my eldest son because his father was on some vindictive trash. It rained all those days I had to catch the bus for that. That point matters because I ended up having to take my newborn to Cleveland with me every. single. time. The ride alone to Akron is 45 minutes. I then had to wait 2 hours for the bus to Cleveland to arrive. That was another 45 minutes to get there. I then had to walk in the rain to the courthouse. The man who gave me his umbrella had more sympathy for a stranger than my own “fiancé” at the time did. I did all of that for him to decide that going to court was a waste of time and didn’t tell me he stopped going. He just had me going up there for him to be a no-show. All the money and time wasted…
“Trauma is personal. It does not disappear if it is not validated. When it is ignored or invalidated the silent screams continue internally heard only by the one held captive. When someone enters the pain and hears the screams healing can begin.” – Danielle Bernock
I want to stop thinking about this crap. It’s driving me crazy but no matter what I do, this feeling in my chest around this time for the past two years won’t leave!
On that walk home I spent a lot of time blaming myself, my anxiety, and my depression. I blamed myself because “had I got over my anxiety and depression, I’d have my driver’s license and my car.” What’s worse, people were looking at me like I escaped a loony bin. I felt lower than the dirty-ass chunks of snow I walked past on the freeway overpass I crossed to get home.
Aside from all the sadness and guilt I feel, I feel angry when I think about it and mostly due to the treatment I received from people whose oath was to “do no harm”.
“The conflict between the will to deny horrible events and the will to proclaim them aloud is the central dialectic of psychological trauma.” –Judith Lewis Herman
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