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I believed the hardest part of my journey was behind me when I finally gave birth, but I was wrong. The real breaking point came earlier, during the quiet weeks before labor, when the life I thought I was building began to crack. My husband and I had been together since we were teenagers, growing side by side through school, careers, and years of hoping for a child.
After a long and painful struggle, we finally learned I was pregnant, a moment that felt like a miracle we had earned together. We prepared our home with care and excitement, believing we were stepping into the future we had always imagined. As my pregnancy progressed, something shifted between us.
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