My Husband Didn’t Meet Me at the Hospital Discharge with Our Newborn – When I Found Out His Reason, I Went Pale

A few weeks ago, I gave birth to our beautiful baby boy, Luc. It was a tough pregnancy, filled with sleepless nights and constant worry, but it was all worth it the moment I held Luc in my arms.

 


The plan was simple: my husband, Tom, would pick us up from the hospital and we’d start our new life as a family. I imagined him cradling Luc, his eyes lighting up with joy. That image kept me going through the hardest days.

The day of our discharge arrived, and I was buzzing with anticipation. I had Luc wrapped in a cozy blanket, and every tiny sound he made filled my heart with warmth.

I kept glancing at the clock, each minute dragging longer than the last. Tom was supposed to be here by now. I checked my phone: no missed calls, no messages. My excitement began to twist into anxiety.

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