When my mother-in-law surprised us with a brand-new mattress, I thought it was just an unusually generous gesture. It was luxurious in a way we had never experienced before — soft, supportive, and impossibly comfortable. For the first time in years, I slept deeply. I joked that it felt like sleeping in a five-star hotel, and she smiled in a way I didn’t quite understand at the time.
About a month later, something incredible happened. I found out I was pregnant. Doctors had always told me it would be nearly impossible, so the news felt like a miracle. Our joy filled the house, and when the baby arrived, those early months passed in a blur of exhaustion and happiness. The mattress became the center of our small world — where we rested, bonded, and caught sleep whenever we could.
