{"id":115576,"date":"2025-02-28T16:33:30","date_gmt":"2025-02-28T09:33:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/?p=115576"},"modified":"2025-02-28T16:33:30","modified_gmt":"2025-02-28T09:33:30","slug":"my-husband-missed-our-babys-birth-when-i-found-out-why-i-was","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/my-husband-missed-our-babys-birth-when-i-found-out-why-i-was\/","title":{"rendered":"My husband missed our baby&rsquo;s birth- When I found out why, I was&hellip;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>The Sh0cking Reason My Husband Missed Our Baby&rsquo;s Birth&hellip;\n<p>It was a love story that felt destined to be. When I first met my husband in 2010, I didn\u2019t think much of him. He wasn\u2019t exactly my type, but there was something magnetic about his presence\u2014his eyes, his smile, the quiet confidence he carried with him. Our first conversation was brief, but when I learned he was married and had a newborn, I stepped back immediately. Life had other plans, though, and we kept crossing paths every now and then, but we remained acquaintances.\n</p><p>In 2012, things changed. He had separated from his wife, and a month later, he reached out, asking me to dinner. That evening, as we spoke, the connection was undeniable. He kissed me, but I stopped him. I wasn\u2019t ready to be a rebound, and I wasn\u2019t about to make the same mistake again. So we went our separate ways\u2014again.\n</p><p><img fetchpriority='\"high\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-115579 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/lorevista.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2025%5C/02%5C/baby-birth.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"512\"' height='\"640\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/baby-birth.jpg' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n</p><p>But in 2013, he came back. This time, there was no hesitation in his eyes. He was sure. He wanted me, and I wanted him. Our relationship was fast, passionate, and unlike anything I\u2019d ever experienced before. By September, we were officially together, and it felt so right. It felt real.\n</p><p>Fast forward to 2016, and I was pregnant with our son. The entire pregnancy was a dream come true. My husband was by my side every step of the way\u2014rubbing my feet, talking to our baby bump, reassuring me that he would always be there for me, that he\u2019d never leave. He even promised me that he wouldn\u2019t miss the birth of our son.\n</p><p>But when the day finally arrived, when labor started, everything changed.\n</p><p>I woke up early in the morning, feeling the familiar pains of contractions. I called him, but there was no answer. I texted him, desperate for him to be there, but nothing. The pain intensified, and as the hours passed, I realized something was terribly wrong. He wasn\u2019t coming. He wasn\u2019t picking up his phone, and he wasn\u2019t answering my texts.\n</p><p>My mother arrived at the hospital, holding my hand as I cried through the contractions. It wasn\u2019t just the pain of labor\u2014it was the betrayal. He had promised me. He swore he wouldn\u2019t miss it, and now he was nowhere to be found.\n</p><p>At exactly 1:05 p.m., our son was born. The joy I had imagined in holding him was tainted by the emptiness I felt from the absence of the one person who should have been there with me. I should have been celebrating the most beautiful moment of my life, but instead, I felt alone.\n</p><p>Then, my phone buzzed.\n</p><p>A message from him.\n</p><p>I opened it, trembling, my heart sinking with each passing second. The message was short, but it chilled me to the bone.\n</p><p>\u201cI\u2019m sorry. I can\u2019t be there. I\u2019m stuck in a situation I can\u2019t explain.\u201d\n</p><p>I felt the blood drain from my face as I reread those words. I called him, texted him, but nothing. The betrayal was not just about him missing our son\u2019s birth\u2014it was the secrecy, the unknown \u201csituation\u201d that kept him away.\n</p><p>Was there another woman? Was there something more?\n</p><p>The questions flooded my mind, but no answers came. As I held our newborn son in my arms, I wondered if I would ever get the truth. How could he do this to me? How could he break the one promise that meant the world to me?\n</p><p>Days turned into weeks, and my heart began to sink deeper. I tried to focus on my son, trying my best to give him the love and care he deserved. But I couldn\u2019t shake the feeling of betrayal.\n</p><p>Weeks later, when he finally returned home, he tried to explain. But no explanation could undo the pain I felt. I had given him everything\u2014my trust, my love, my heart\u2014and yet, he had shattered it when I needed him the most. The man I thought I knew was not the man who left me alone on the most important day of my life.\n</p><p>We tried to rebuild, to understand the situation, but the trust was gone. It was broken beyond repair. And sometimes, the most painful realization is that someone you thought you knew, someone who promised you the world, can change in an instant.\n</p><p>So, as I looked at my son, I made a promise to him\u2014a promise to never let him feel the hurt that his father caused. I would be the mother he needed, the rock he could always rely on.\n</p><p>No matter the man who couldn\u2019t be there, I would always show up\u2014for him, for us.\n</p><p>And in that quiet hospital room, as I held my son close, I knew that my love for him would never be shaken.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"</p><p>The Sh0cking Reason My Husband Missed Our Baby&rsquo;s Birth&hellip; It was a love story that felt destined to be. When I first met my husband in 2010, I didn\u2019t think much of him. He wasn\u2019t exactly my type, but there was something magnetic about his presence\u2014his eyes, his smile, the quiet confidence he carried with\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":115579,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"none","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[657,642],"tags":[818],"class_list":{"0":"post-115576","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-love-and-relationships","8":"category-moral-story","9":"tag-moral-touching-stories"},"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/baby-birth.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115576","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=115576"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115576\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":115580,"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115576\/revisions\/115580"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/115579"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=115576"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=115576"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=115576"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}</p></strong></p>