Nothing about becoming a father prepares you for the moment when plans collapse and certainty disappears. At 34 weeks, my son, Jua, entered the world early, fragile, and fighting. His birth was not part of the plan. It was the result of preeclampsia, a dangerous pregnancy complication that nearly cost my partner her life and forced me to confront how thin the line is between expectation and emergency. 

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