Following a long and painful struggle to conceive, we were finally able to bring our new baby girl to our house. However, while giving her a first wash, my partner suddenly stopped moving, locked his eyes on her back, and cried out, “We cannot keep her.” Right then, I realized something was dreadfully off.
I remained next to the infant basin, observing my husband, Miles, as he washed our newborn.
He leaned above the water, supporting her delicate head with one palm while using a little cup to gently splash warm water across her shoulders. He handled her as carefully as if she were made of fragile crystal.
A decade filled with tracked cycles, lab work, injections, clinic visits, and heartbreaks that only the two of us truly understood or mourned.