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After years of struggling with infertility, we finally brought our newborn daughter home. But the first time my husband bathed her, he suddenly froze, stared at her back, and shouted, “We can’t keep her.” In that moment, I knew something was deeply wrong.
He leaned over the tub, one hand supporting her tiny neck while the other poured warm water over her shoulder with a plastic cup. He handled her as if she might break.
Ten years of schedules, blood tests, injections, doctor visits, and losses that only we truly understood.
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