After ten years of miscarriages, we finally had our miracle baby girl — but when the nurse handed her to my husband, he went completely pale, stared at the birthmark on her shoulder, and whispered, “No… that’s impossible.”
My husband, Desmond, and I spent our entire marriage trying to build a family. Over the last decade, we endured six heartbreaking miscarriages, each one taking a piece of us we never fully got back. By the time we found out I was pregnant again last year, we’d quietly agreed, without ever saying it directly out loud, that this would be our final attempt.
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