Left Alone with Triplets, My Husband Walked Away – Our Paths Crossed Again Years Later

I remember staring at the bassinet, the fluorescent hospital lights reflecting on pale newborn skin, and wondering how I could possibly survive. My body ached from the C-section, my eyes were heavy with sleep deprivation, and my heart felt hollow in the spaces he left behind. Adam’s absence wasn’t just physical; it was a message that, in the earliest hours of our children’s lives, I was completely alone.

The nurses offered what help they could—buckling car seats, loading my cab, giving me quiet advice—but no one could fill the gap where he should have been. I remember gripping the steering wheel in the taxi, each car seat strapped behind me, silently promising the babies that I would not fail them.

Survival, One Bottle at a Time

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