Chapter 1: The Ride Home
The morning I brought my daughter into the world, I thought the hardest part would be the pain.
I thought it would be the stitches, the sleepless nights, the fear of doing something wrong as a first-time mother.
I had no idea the real heartbreak would come from my husband.
Our daughter was born on a Friday morning.
Tiny, perfect, and impossibly beautiful.
By evening, I was exhausted, sore, and barely able to walk, but I was happy. Every ache felt worth it when I looked at her sleeping face.
