Losing our son nearly broke me. But while I was grieving, my husband had been keeping a secret involving another woman – and what he’d decided behind my back changed our family.
In ten years of marriage, Tom and I had raised four wonderful girls.
I loved our family exactly as it was. But Tom had always dreamed of having a son.
For nearly two years after our youngest was born, we tried again.
Then, at our 19-week scan, the doctor told us we were having a boy.
Tom was overjoyed.
Tom had always dreamed of having a son.
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Three weeks later, I lost the baby.
I remember Tom standing beside my hospital bed.
He wouldn’t look at me. “You know how much I wanted a son. I really thought this was our chance.”
I knew he was grieving, but I heard those words every time I closed my eyes.
I lost the baby.
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Complications kept me in the hospital for weeks.
When my sister finally drove me home, I was desperate to see Tom and the girls.
All four of my daughters were sitting at the kitchen table.
Nobody ran to hug me.
My oldest, nine-year-old Sophie, kept glancing down the hall.
I heard those words every time.
“Where’s Dad?” I asked.
“He went out.”
“Did he know I was coming home?”
She nodded.
I called Tom twice. Both calls went to voicemail.
I was desperate to see Tom and the girls.
When I headed toward the nursery, Sophie blocked me.
“Dad said to wait for him.”
Before I could ask why, the doorbell rang.
Our youngest opened it first.
She looked outside and backed away, her hand over her mouth.
“Mom?” she cried.
Sophie blocked me.
I ran to her.
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