Bringing our newborn home should’ve been joyful — instead, it was a nightmare. While I was in the hospital, my mother-in-law used a spare key to tear apart the nursery we’d built with love, even dismantling my late mom’s crib and tossing her handmade blankets.
My husband immediately took back her key and sent her away. That night, we dug through trash bags and rebuilt the nursery from scratch. Now our daughter sleeps peacefully in the room we restored — a space filled with love, not control, and a reminder of our strength as a family.
