I had just given my husband the son he had wanted for 8 years when he
noticed a mark on our newborn’s back. His smile vanished-and within
minutes, he accused me of having an affair with his best friend.
After 12 hours of labor, I could barely keep my eyes open. My husband,
Colin, paced beside the hospital window, checking his phone while we
waited for the nurse to bring our baby over.
“Your sister sent another picture,” he said. “The girls finished the banner.”