I can’t do this.
I was scared.
Scared of the future. Scared of the responsibility. Scared that my entire life had changed in a single breath.
And before anyone could stop me, I made a decision I would regret almost immediately.
I signed the papers.
I told them I couldn’t take the babies home.
Then I walked out of the hospital.
💔
I still remember the sound of their cries behind me as I moved down the hallway.
Every step toward the exit felt heavier than the last.
By the time I reached the parking lot, my hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold my car keys.
I told myself not to turn around.
I told myself the hospital would find them a family.
I told myself they would be better off without a mother who was too afraid to raise them.
Then I heard someone screaming behind me.