“The First Time My Husband Bathed Our Newborn, He Looked at Me in Horror and Said, ‘We Can’t Keep This Child’”

He examined Sophia carefully while I stood close enough to notice every movement. He checked her breathing, temperature, and the incision.

Then he nodded once, which somehow made me want to scream.

Finally, he stepped back. “She’s stable. The procedure was successful.”

I stared at him. “What procedure?”

He folded his hands together. “During delivery, a correctable issue was discovered. Immediate intervention was necessary to stop an infection from spreading deeper into the tissue. A minor surgical correction was performed.”

“Infection?” I glanced at Daniel.

Daniel stepped closer. “And nobody thought to inform us? Or ask for our permission?”

The doctor hesitated. “Consent was obtained.”

Everything inside me went still. “From who?”

“Me.”