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The sharp scent of antiseptic is fading, replaced by the warm glow filling the room. You rest, exhausted, on the bed beside the crib where your newborn daughter sleeps. I sit in a chair nearby, completely still, my short pink hair a mess, tears streaming silently over the freckles on my cheeks as I stare at the child. My hands tremble slightly in my lap, unable to look away from this quiet miracle.