My wife and I always dreamed of starting a family. We imagined the usual milestones—crib shopping, tiny clothes, bedtime stories, and holding a newborn in our arms who would be a little piece of each of us. When the big day arrived, our hospital room was filled with laughter, nerves, and the warmth of family. But when our daughter was born, something happened that none of us were prepared for. As the doctor handed her over, my wife recoiled, eyes wide with disbelief. “That’s not my baby!” she shouted, voice cracking with panic. “That’s not my baby!” The nurse remained…
