I agreed to carry a baby for my sister because I loved her. But moments after giving birth, I discovered a secret that shattered all of us. What happened next changed our family forever.
The first contraction hit while I was folding tiny blue baby clothes in my laundry room.
At first, I thought it was just another false alarm. I was only thirty-eight weeks along, and for the last several days my body had been teasing me nonstop. But then another contraction came five minutes later—stronger this time.
I gripped the edge of the table and breathed slowly.
“Paul!” I called.
My husband rushed in from the kitchen, instantly alert. “Is it time?”
I nodded weakly.
Within twenty minutes, we were in the car speeding toward the hospital while my sister Carol cried through the phone speaker.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. He’s coming.”
Even through the pain, I smiled.
