All around me were women vomiting in bowls and screaming or moaning in pain. One woman kept crying, “I couldn’t keep this one! I couldn’t! I already have five and no money!” Another girl who looked fifteen kept screaming, “MOMMY!!!! MOMMY!! I want my MOMMY!!!” Me? I just cried . . . and vomited . . . and cried through the pain until it was gone. I went home and bled profusely for two weeks and fell into a life-altering depression.
