fuck them

for shitting on her entire life loudly in the hall before her door then walking in and injecting her with judgment and betamethasone, adjusting her straps and telling her the contractions were in her head.

fuck them for ignoring her until she was rapidly 6 cm and bolting like lightning toward the end, then talking calmly about their redecoration while she tried not to make noise because they scolded her every time they heard her as they prepped the sterile field for her impending tiny baby.

fuck them for telling her to calm herself down as the head descended past her coccyx then asking her to hold her knees together and help them have a controlled delivery once the doctor was in the room.

fuck them for not being ready and willing to catch that baby any way she was ready and able to push it, one deep, long grunt, into what should have been waiting, caring hands that should not have recoiled and so quickly injected the demerol only to have her doped to incoherence as she scrawled the parts of her name she could remember on the d&e informed consent.

fuck them for daring to risk perforation when they couldn't be bothered to care about her delivery in the first place.

and fuck them hard for looking down their tired, aged noses at the one woman in the room who remembered that she too was woman and aided the wifery of the other.

fuck them for saying it wasn't worth a thing.