I remember the day I became a mother. The room was calm, and the soft hum of hospital machines filled the air as my tiny daughter slept beside me. She looked so peaceful in her crib, wrapped like a little bundle of hope. A nurse quietly entered and kindly offered to take her to the nursery so I could rest. Filled with new-mom protectiveness, I smiled and said no.
The following night, exhaustion settled into my bones like never before. I held my daughter close, but my eyelids felt heavy and my arms tired from caring for this new life. I gently pressed the call button and asked a nurse if she could take my baby so I could sleep for a few hours. She paused, brows softening with concern, and glanced at the empty crib beside me. “Your baby is already in the nursery,” she whispered gently.
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