After Our Surrogate Gave Birth, My Mother Came to the Hospital to Congratulate Us – But When She Saw the Baby for the First Time, She Shouted, ‘You Can’t Keep This Baby!’
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I barely slept that night from excitement.
And when morning came, we rushed back to the hospital. My mom, Susan, came too.
She’d been there through the calls and visits as quiet support when I didn’t ask for it. So when I heard her voice in the hallway, I smiled before she even walked in. She stepped into the room, already smiling.
“There she is,” my mom said softly.
I straightened a little, as if I were presenting something important.
We rushed back to the hospital.
“Mom… meet Lily.”
Susan walked toward the crib and then froze as she looked down at her granddaughter.
Her smile disappeared, and her eyes locked onto Lily’s face, as if she were trying to understand something that didn’t make sense. Mom stared at our baby for a long time.
My heart was pounding.
“Mom… what is it?”
Her face turned pale.
“Mom… meet Lily.”
My mom, who’s always been kind, said in a trembling voice, “You can’t keep this child!”
Everything in me went cold.
“What?”
Daniel turned from the window with a frown, but I was already moving closer.
Mom looked at me, and there was something in her eyes I’d never seen before. Fear.
That wasn’t like her. She’d waited so long for her granddaughter.
“You can’t keep this child!”
“Mom, how can you say that?”
She looked up at me and said, “Please listen to me carefully. You have to give her up because…” She swallowed hard, as if the words were stuck. Then she pointed. “Behind her ear. Look behind her ear.”
I frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“Just… please. Look.”
Something in her voice made me stop arguing.
“Behind her ear. Look behind her ear.”
I gently lifted Lily and turned her slightly. Then I saw it: a small mark right behind her ear. I blinked.
“It’s just a birthmark—”
“No,” Susan said quickly. “Not just any mark.”
Daniel stepped closer. “What’s going on?”
Susan looked between us. “You had that same mark when you were born. But you weren’t the only one. I heard about others who had it too, more than once back then.”
I froze. “That’s not possible. I’ve never had—”
“You did,” my mom cut in. “You just don’t remember. You were too young.”
“What’s going on?”
I shook my head. “I don’t remember.”
“It was removed because of medical reasons. A minor procedure. You were barely two.”
I stared at her. “What does that have to do with Lily?”
Mom stepped back, pressing her hand to her forehead.
“It means something went wrong.”
Daniel spoke again. “What are you saying?”
“What does that have to do with Lily?”
Susan looked at him, then back at me. “I’m saying… that child might not be who you think she is.”
I felt as if the air were leaving my lungs. “That’s not possible. Everything was handled properly. Every step—”
“Then check it,” my mom said sharply. “Go through your records. Talk to the clinic. Something doesn’t add up.”
I looked down at Lily. She was sleeping peacefully, so I put her back down.
“But what exactly are we checking?” I asked quietly.
My mom hesitated, then said, “I think that baby is connected to me… in a way you don’t understand yet.”
“I’m saying… that child might not be who you think she is.”
Daniel frowned. “What does that even mean?”
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