My body felt like it had been through a storm.
Every muscle was sore. My abdomen throbbed where the stitches tugged against swollen skin. My hands shook whenever I tried to move. I hadn’t slept properly since the surgery.
Just hours earlier, I had brought three tiny lives into the world.
Triplets.
Three delicate babies who had come too soon, small enough to rest in the crook of my arm. The doctors kept calling them “fighters,” but they were still in the neonatal unit, hooked up to tiny tubes and softly beeping monitors.
I thought nothing could hurt more than childbirth.
I was wrong.
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The door to my hospital room opened.
I expected a nurse.
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