“I Was Strapped to a Backboard After a Crash — My Mom Only Wanted a $4,200 Transfer”

and someone screaming for help. It took me a full minute to realize that someone was me.

My hand instinctively tried to reach for my stomach, but the straps pinned me down. Panic surged. “The baby—” I croaked, the words scraping like broken glass against my throat.

Sarah, the paramedic with kind blue eyes and freckles scattered across her nose, squeezed continue reading …