After 11 Years of Trying, Our Daughter Was Finally Born—Then We Learned She Had Hutchinson-Gilford Progeria Syndrome. My Husband Said He Couldn’t Raise a Child We Might Lose So Young… and I Made the Decision I Still Can’t Forgive Myself For

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PART 2

I stood in the hospital entrance staring at the nurse while Daniel remained beside me, completely silent.

“What did he ask you to do?” I finally managed to say.

The nurse unfolded the document in her hand and explained that after I had signed the papers, Daniel had asked the social worker not to process anything until he had signed too. Then, while I was saying goodbye to Sophie, he had quietly asked whether we could still change our minds if one of us refused to complete the final paperwork.

I turned toward him.

“You knew we could still stop this?”

Daniel’s eyes immediately filled with tears.

“I didn’t know what I wanted anymore.”

I felt anger rise through all the grief that had been sitting inside me.

“You spent weeks convincing me that giving her up was the right thing to do.”