Eventually, the doctors stopped offering hope. They were gentle, but infertility still felt like a sentence being quietly passed.
That’s when we began discussing adoption.
Megan struggled with the idea at first—not because she didn’t want a child, but because she longed for the very beginning. She wanted the first cry, the first night, the moment a baby looks at you and knows you’re home.
“I don’t want to miss the start,” she whispered one night. “I want to be the first thing they know.”
So we decided on newborn adoption only.
That’s how Melissa entered our lives.
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