The Homecoming That Turned Into a Nightmare
A month ago, I gave birth to three baby girls.
The delivery was brutal.
Hours of labor, complications, an emergency C-section, and a hospital stay that felt endless.
But we made it.
And the day the babies and I finally came home felt like a triumph.
I expected balloons.
Maybe a box of chocolates.
Maybe my husband Sam holding a baby and smiling like his life just changed for the better.
Instead, Sam stood in the doorway with his arms crossed.
“Finally,” he said. “You could’ve given birth faster. The apartment has gotten filthy.”
