The first time I saw my child was with my husband and two sons, ages 10 and 6.
I was in the middle of a trip to a beach on a sunny morning, and the boys were lying on a beach towel in the surf.
They had been on a very busy day.
Suddenly, the waves began to recede, and my husband asked, “Why is everything so quiet?”
I told him that we had just gone swimming.
He had no idea what I was talking about.
He thought I was joking.
I told my husband that I was serious.
We had just been married for two weeks, and our relationship was developing rapidly.
The two of us had always been close, but I was not sure if we would ever be able to bond with my children.
We were both married and had kids of our own.
We shared a room together, but it was just the two of them, the two kids, the beach and the ocean.
We went out every weekend for a few days, and we were spending our time together.
One day, we were at the beach.
I took a towel from the sand, and a little girl jumped on my lap and ran around.
We sat on the beach for a while, and she asked me, “Daddy, why are you doing this?”
I explained to her that we were just hanging out, and that we could not have children right now, and then I told her to leave.
She had no response.
Then, we walked to the beach, where we talked for a minute.
Then she ran off.
I started screaming, and I called my husband, and he came out of the house.
We hugged and cried, and suddenly, everything was different.
It was so different from the previous days.
We didn’t know what to do, but at that point, it was easier for me to accept it.
It turned out that she was the daughter of a couple who lived in another town.
She was a little overweight and had some skin cancer, so I asked her to go to the hospital.
She did, and later, I saw her again.
She told me that she had a miscarriage, and since then, she has had multiple miscarriages.
I thought, I have to find her, and at the same time, I was scared that she would have a baby with another man.
I called the hospital to ask if she was okay.
They told me she was fine, and they took her to the clinic.
It turns out that this was the woman who had miscarried my baby, and it turns out the baby had been born with severe birth defects.
After seeing her again, I told the doctor that I had to go ahead and get her tested.
He said, “I think we can do it in a few weeks.”
It turned into a long wait for me, because I was afraid to leave her alone.
She asked me to come home with her, so we went to her house.
There was a big metal gate in front of her door.
We locked the gate and started driving.
I asked, and asked her if she had ever thought about having a baby.
She said, I didn’t think about it.
But then she told me about the miscarriage, so she agreed to be tested.
After a few minutes, she told the doctors that she knew her baby had a birth defect.
They were so excited that they took the test.
When they got back to the house, they asked her how she was feeling.
She looked at me and said, Thank you.
They sent her to my office, and in a matter of hours, she was pregnant again.
I still hadn’t met my daughter, and now she had become my wife.
Now, we are still married, but we are in a much better place than when I met her.