“Despite my fears, tears of joy streamed down my face as I held my precious baby boy in my arms for the first time and thought “What did I ever do without him?” I loved him so much. He was perfect.”

Janell Haworth Desmond

Janell Haworth Desmond - “Despite my fears, tears of joy...” 1

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