Every milestone felt like a miracle; the first flutter of a kick. Anna’s laughter as she balanced a bowl on her belly, and me, reading stories to her stomach.
By the time the due date arrived, our friends and family were primed for joy. We were all in, heart and soul.
The delivery felt endless. Doctors were barking orders, monitors beeping loudly, and Anna’s cries echoed in my head. I barely had time to squeeze her hand before a nurse whisked her away.
Every milestone felt like a miracle.
“Wait, where are you taking her?” I called, nearly tripping over my own feet.
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