The smell of paint stopped me in the nursery doorway three days after my emergency C-section. I had spent months imagining Olivia coming home to cream-colored walls covered with the tiny wildflowers I had painted during pregnancy. Instead, thick black paint covered the room. It stained the curtains, dripped across the floor, and ruined the white crib we had bought for nearly seven hundred dollars. My mother-in-law, Patricia, stood beside the window holding a paint roller as if she had every right to be there.<\/p>\n
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Stephen froze behind me. Patricia finally explained that Olivia did not need a special nursery because she was not the male heir the family expected. They could always try again for a boy, she said. Then Stephen quietly stepped into the hallway and made one phone call. \u201cYes,\u201d he said. \u201cToday. You need to see this yourself.\u201d Patricia\u2019s face suddenly went white\u2014and minutes later, someone unexpected walked through the door.<\/p>\n
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