Sometimes it was losing the version of yourself that existed before them.
And sitting there in the dim hospital room, tears silently falling down her cheeks, Lyla wasn’t just meeting her daughters.
She was trying to figure out who she was now, too.
She loved them more than life itself.
But sitting in that hospital bed, emotionally drained and physically exhausted, she finally realized something nobody had prepared her for:
Sometimes becoming a mother wasn’t just gaining two beautiful little girls.
The Weight of Two Hearts
The hospital room had finally gone quiet.
The rush of doctors, nurses, congratulations, and visitors had faded into the background, leaving only the soft hum of machines and the occasional cry from one of the newborn twins resting nearby.