After two decades of waiting and receiving treatment, I finally had a baby. When my husband saw our child, he asked, “Are you really sure he’s mine?”
The day my son was born, which should have been the happiest day of my life, instead became the start of everything falling apart. When my husband, Ethan, finally arrived at the hospital, his words shattered the fragile happiness I had clung to. Ethan and I had spent 21 years of marriage fighting infertility. I…