Everything became chaos after the fall. Sirens echoed outside, strangers rushed around us, and contractions hit faster than anyone expected. In the ambulance, Mark held my hand and begged me to stay strong while I prayed for only one thing—save my baby.
At the hospital, doctors rushed me into surgery after discovering a severe placental abruption. The room moved at terrifying speed as nurses prepared for an emergency delivery.
For one horrible moment after the operation, there was only silence. Then a tiny cry pierced the room, growing louder with every second.
My son, Leo, was alive. Small, fragile, and headed to the NICU—but alive-
