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My 12-year-old daughter took one look at my
My daughter had spent months preparing for her baby brother. But just hours after he was born, she took one look at him and screamed, “That’s not my brother.” At the time, I thought she was overwhelmed. Three days later, she proved me wrong.
I had been awake for nearly 30 hours when they finally placed my baby boy in my arms.
The labor had been difficult, and somewhere along the way, complications forced the doctors to perform emergency surgery. Because of that, the first moments I got to hold him were far shorter than I had imagined.
But he was here. He was healthy.
And as the nurse wheeled me back into the room with Bobby bundled against my chest, tears streamed down my face without stopping.
My husband, Josh, stood beside me, gently smoothing the blanket around our baby with the kind of careful tenderness that comes from someone who still can’t quite believe this is real.