After giving birth, my daughter burst into my hospital room with a secret document revealing danger. Gripping her hand, I understood instantly, and we fled the hospital without hesitation back.

Right after I gave birth, I was still lying flat in my hospital bed – drained, sore, barely able to lift my head—trying to comprehend that I had just welcomed another child into the world. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the room. Machines hummed and beeped softly. My newborn son slept quietly beside me, wrapped in a thin blanket. I …