My Newborn Was Screaming in the ER When a Man in a Rolex Said I Was Wasting Resources –

When I brought my newborn to the ER in the middle of the night, I was exhausted, scared, and running on fumes. My name’s Martha, and my daughter Olivia was just three weeks old. She had a fever and wouldn’t stop crying. I didn’t care how I looked—stained pajamas, shaking hands—only that something was wrong.

I was alone in the waiting room, rocking her and whispering reassurances, when a well-dressed man across from us grew loud and impatient. Gold watch, sharp suit, sharper tongue. He complained about the wait, snapped at the nurse, and then pointed at me.

“Are we really prioritizing her?” he scoffed. “People like me pay for this system.”

I was too tired to cry, but not too tired to answer. I told him I was there because my baby was sick. He rolled his eyes.

Before it could get worse, a doctor rushed in. The man stood, certain he’d finally be seen. Instead, the doctor walked straight past him—to me.

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