As she held the newborn and sobbed happily, one truth echoed in my mind — I had a vasectomy she never knew about…

I stood at the foot of the hospital bed, watching her cradle the newborn like a fragile miracle. The fluorescent lights softened around us, and I could hear her whispering to our baby—tiny words that trembled with gratitude. “Ethan,” she said between sobs, “we did it. We finally have our miracle.”

I smiled, but my stomach twisted so hard it …