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Relief and joy
But Rebecca held on, powered by the thought of holding her baby in her arms. Mark was her rock, his voice a steady anchor amidst the storm. And then, after what felt like an eternity, their baby’s cries filled the room. It was the most beautiful sound they had ever heard. A rush of relief and joy washed over them. They had done it. Their son was here.
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