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Hours melted into a blur of waves — some soft, some roaring. I breathed through each one, gripping your father’s hand, whispering your name before we’d even spoken it aloud. Nurses came and went like guardian angels. The room glowed with that strange, sacred tension between pain and joy.

And then — you .

Tesy — short for no one but yourself. A name we chose because it sounded like “testify” and “treasure” all at once. tesy birth story

The day began unassumingly: morning light slanting through the blinds, your father making tea. Then, a shift — a gentle but certain nudge from you, as if to say, “I’m ready now.” Hours melted into a blur of waves —