While vacationing in Florida, my husband and I—both active-duty Army—were enjoying one final trip as a family of three. I was 35 weeks pregnant and feeling great… until a sudden fall changed everything. I had landed forward on my belly and was quickly taken to the ER, still in uniform, strapped to a gurney. We were scared, uncertain—but ready for anything. What we didn’t know was that our baby boy had his own plans. He was ready to meet the world, a little earlier than expected.
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