Every morning, I woke up feeling heavier—my belly stretching, my body aching, and my nerves unraveling. The fear was real, creeping into every moment. I knew we were getting closer, but I also knew we weren’t quite there yet. I whispered to the babies, begged my body, pleaded with the universe: Just a little longer. Please, hold on. The thought of something going wrong haunted me. I wasn’t just scared—I was desperate to give them the time they needed to survive and thrive.
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