The day I once dreaded the most has become the day I am most grateful for. It was the most painful day of my life, yet also the most humbling one. My old self, once so pessimistic, would never have believed I could come this far. I once thought I would end up on a completely different path, but God's plans go far beyond the limits of my understanding. The first time I heard your cries, I cried too. Not only from joy, but from an overwhelming storm of pain, shock, and a body that was still trying to recover from the agony it had endured. I still remember the IV drip— the clear fluid making its way into my veins, so silent and effortless, leaving a permanent imprint that somehow still haunts me, like a ghost lingering in my dreams. The bed trembled beneath me because every time a contraction came, it no longer felt like a wave that came and went. It rose like a tide with nowhere to run, swallowing every breath I tried to take. I remember gripping your father's hand, pulling hi...