I survived childbirth through three pandemics – COVID, racism, black maternal health crisis

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Jallicia A. Jolly

Like many other women in the final stages of childbirth, there was a time when I knew I needed medication to help manage my pain. So I ordered an epidural and an anesthesiologist arrived within minutes.

But the doctor seemed in a hurry, which made me nervous. So, as he prepared to insert his needle into my spine, I asked him if he could explain the process to me. My nurse reiterated my request for informed consent. The anesthesiologist ignored our pleas, demanded that I stay still, and made an unsuccessful first attempt to administer the epidural.

I cried out in pain. He berated me. I felt his blue eyes stare at my black body. My nurse and my husband huddled and held me. I cried again. Sensing my deep anxiety and devastation, my nurse interrupted the process and called another anesthesiologist.



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