I came closer to death the night my son was born than at any other moment in my life.
The delivery was brutal.
The recovery was worse.
And for ten long days, I lay in a hospital bed—weak, terrified, and painfully alone.
My family lived hours away.
My husband was stuck overseas for work.
Every night, the loneliness felt heavier than the stitches holding me together.
But then she would appear.
A nurse—quiet footsteps, warm eyes, and a calm smile that felt like a hand on my back when I couldn’t steady myself.
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