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I have so many questions, but right





                  now, I just want to be by myself. I'm not





                  angry at the doctor or Cohen. I'm mad at





                  the unfairness. Where is my child? How





                  long  have  I  been  out?  I  feel  indignant





                  tears  burn  my  eyes,  and  I  try  to  keep





                  them at bay. I call a nurse.





                             “I want to see my baby.”
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