Chapter 1: The Day of Miracles and Misery
I remember clearly the moment that was meant to be the pinnacle of joy in my life—a day when hope shone brighter than ever. The sterile white halls of the hospital were filled with anticipation as I clutched a tattered photograph of happier times. For twenty-one years, I had endured heartache, countless tears, and moments of unyielding despair, all in the hope of finally welcoming a child into our family.

The labor room, usually a place of joy, became a battleground for emotions. My body trembled with exhaustion, and my heart pounded with a mix of fear and anticipation. I had endured years of infertility struggles, each treatment and hopeful glance marking a chapter in my long journey of desire and disappointment. I prayed that this day would be different—that the universe would finally smile upon me.