I almost died giving birth to my son. The pain was unbearable, each contraction a reminder that I was fighting not just for my life, but for my baby's life too. After the delivery, my son and I spent ten days in the hospital recovering from the trauma. The sterile white walls of the room felt like a prison, isolating me from the world outside.
During those ten days, I was mostly alone, unsure of when I would be well enough to leave or if I would ever be strong enough. The days were a blur of physical exhaustion, but there was one person who made this time slightly more bearable: a nurse who checked on me every night during her shift.
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