My Husband Missed Our Baby’s Birth — and Learned an Important Lesson Later

When I discovered I was expecting a baby, my husband Luke promised he would be by my side for every step of the journey. I believed him completely. He attended every appointment, spoke to my growing belly each night, and talked excitedly about the day our son would arrive.

Because I grew up without a stable family, his promise meant everything to me. I didn’t have parents to lean on, no comforting voice waiting in a hospital hallway. Luke was supposed to be my constant, my safe place, the one person I could count on when life felt uncertain.

We agreed that when the time came, he would be in the delivery room — no excuses, no interruptions, just us welcoming our child together. Two days before my due date, I came home from a routine checkup and found a note on the kitchen counter. Luke had written that his friends had planned a last-minute weekend trip and that his mother would come to the hospital instead.

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