But this time, I wasn’t afraid.
I screamed, cried, and pushed with every ounce of strength I had left in me. And at 3:14 AM, they placed her in my arms.
She had a full head of dark hair and her father’s chin. But when she opened her eyes… I saw me.
I saw strength.
I saw resilience.
I saw everything that would make the pain of the past worth it.
The early months were hard. Hope had colic, I barely slept, and bills piled up quicker than I could count. But every time she giggled, every time her tiny hand wrapped around my finger, I remembered why I chose this.
