My mom was nine months pregnant, working twelve-hour warehouse shifts to keep us from losing our home. When sharp abdominal pain struck, she asked her supervisor to leave for medical care. His response: leaving before the truck was loaded would count as “voluntarily resigning.”
Terrified of missing a paycheck, she kept working for two more hours until she collapsed. She called an Uber to the emergency room, but by the time doctors examined her, she had lost the baby. I’ll never forget her staring silently at the hospital wall, struggling to face an unbearable loss.
