The excitement of bringing my newborn baby girl home turned into heartbreak when I stepped into her room. The beautiful pink nursery that Tim and I had lovingly prepared was destroyed—the walls were repainted black, the crib was smashed, and all the toys had vanished. But it was my mother-in-law’s cold and cruel reason that left me utterly shattered.

The sound of monitors softly beeping filled the hospital room as I held my newborn daughter, Amelia, in my arms. Her tiny fingers wrapped around mine, and I couldn’t stop marveling at her perfection—her tiny feet, her button nose. She was absolutely flawless. The C-section had been grueling, but holding her in my arms made it all worth it.

Tim stood beside me, his eyes filled with tears. “She’s beautiful, Rosie,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

I could only nod, too overwhelmed to speak. After months of anticipation, our precious little girl was finally here. I thought about the nursery waiting for her at home—the soft pastel pink walls, the delicate white crib, and the army of stuffed animals we had lovingly arranged. Continues…