After I Gave Birth & My Husband Saw the Face of Our Baby, He Began Sneaking Out Every Night – So I Followed Him
I almost died giving birth to my daughter, Lily. After 18 terrifying hours, alarms blaring and doctors rushing, I barely survived. I thought recovery would be the hardest part—but watching my husband change was worse.
At first, Ryan seemed exhausted, shaken. But when he held Lily, something was wrong. He avoided her eyes. He made excuses to leave the room. Then, two weeks after we came home, he started disappearing every night.
By the fifth night of waking up alone with a newborn, I followed him.
He drove nearly an hour to a run-down building called Hope Recovery Center. Through a window, I saw him sitting in a circle of strangers, crying.
Ryan was attending a trauma support group.
He told them he was haunted by nightmares of me dying in childbirth. Every time he looked at Lily, he relived the moment he almost lost me. His distance wasn’t rejection—it was fear. He was terrified that loving us fully meant having something precious to lose again.
I realized my husband hadn’t abandoned us. He was quietly fighting to survive his own trauma.
The next day, I joined a partners’ support group. I learned birth trauma affects both parents—and healing works best together.
That night, I told Ryan I knew everything. We cried, held Lily together, and finally faced the fear side by side.
Today, we’re in counseling. Ryan holds our daughter without fear now.
Sometimes love doesn’t disappear—it just hides until healing begins.
