“Don’t take him home. He won’t live long anyway… One day you’ll thank me for this decision,” my husband said about our newborn son before walking out of the hospital that very same day. And in that moment, I made a decision I might still regret for the rest of my life – Happy paws

“You’re telling me to leave my baby here?”

“I’m telling you that we should save ourselves from pain that is inevitable.”

I didn’t sleep that night.

Little Jake slept beside me.

I counted every breath he took.

One.

Two.

Three.

And each time, part of me wondered whether Mike was right.

But then another thought nearly suffocated me.

If I left my son there, he might one day leave this world without ever knowing that his mother loved him.

The next morning, the doctor walked into the room carrying paperwork.

Mike was there too.

He placed a pen in front of me.

“One signature and everything will be arranged,” he said. “Then we can go home and try to live our lives.”

I picked up the pen.

My hand was shaking so badly that I could barely hold it.

Then I looked at little Jake.

He opened his eyes.