I felt suffocated. Ever since we got back from the hospital, he hasn’t left my side. If I needed to pee, he took me. I loved him dearly, but he was getting on my last nerve.

I wasn’t dying, our baby was safe. The last thing I needed was overbearing comfort. We got home around 3am but instead of going back to bed I settled on the couch. I still had some cramping but not as bad as before and I was still bleeding.

“Baby you should try and sleep”. He spoke.

“I know. We both ...