When I asked my husband, he broke down in tears. He told me he had lied to protect me. I was already vulnerable, and he knew how much this child meant to me. He was terrified I wouldn’t survive if I knew the truth.

I was truly devastated. And maybe… maybe he did the right thing after all. The thought of seeing my newborn was what gave me the strength to stay alive and make it through those days in the hospital. I had named her Eva.