Lia had just given birth two weeks ago, but their small house in Quezon City was filled with baby cries and the smell of milk sticking to the air. At first, everything seemed normal. Lia quietly endured severe back pain, trying to babysit, cleaning, cooking, and not wanting to mess with her husband. But as the day wore on, the pain worsened—until he was walking at a steady pace, and many nights he couldn’t sleep because his back couldn’t straighten.
Every time he would softly say: “Baby, the pain is really… help me,” her husband, Marco, immediately frowned, visibly annoyed.
“Are you flirting again? All newborns are like that. “Stop the drama,” he replied coldly.
Lia bit her lip, holding back the tears. He knew that Marco loved his daughter, but he never understood the pain of the newborn woman. He couldn’t tell the doctor about the numbness and pain from the back down to the thighs because he was sure Marco would just say “OA you’re OA.”
As the days passed, Lisa began to get worse. The numbness and pain were reaching both legs, she couldn’t stand up immediately after sitting for long periods of time, and she couldn’t hold the baby for long periods of time. Most of the time, she would have to lean against a wall or ask her mother-in-law for help.
One night, after giving birth to the baby, she sat on the floor, hugging her back in excruciating pain.
“Baby, are you us? It’s so painful…” He said with a smirk.
But Marco, standing next to him, didn’t even take the annoyance away from his face.
“You just want to be served, don’t you? You’re just doing it again.”
Lisa nodded, tears streaming down her face. He had never felt such a deep sense of despair. Her every word was like a knife piercing her chest.
The next night, Marco climbed out of bed, opened the laptop and looked for a show. He recalled that the CCTV was still on in the living room so he clicked to look at the previous days – he thought there might have been a dog, cat or someone passing by the front of the house.
First of all, he was just moving forward. However, there was something that stopped him.
Lisa was on the screen, sitting on the couch, like normal. But a few seconds later, something happened that stopped Marco’s breathing.
Lia tried to stand up to hold the baby, moving slowly as if every movement was punishment. He clings to the couch to stand up but falls back to the floor, holding onto his back, groaning in pain. He tried to stand up again—his whole body was shaking, his feet barely moving. A few steps later, he sat down again.
Mark’s heart sank. She never imagined her husband would go through this much pain. And while Lia’s body was screaming in pain, she was the one who said it was just “shaking.”
He went back another day. She saw Lisa sleeping while she was cleaning the house. With each bow, he shuddered with pain; The hand was shaking. One day, as the baby was being carried for a walk, his every step was like a war against pain.
Unbelievable. Marco was stunned. It was as if his heart was being torn apart. He remembered every word he had spoken.
He got up and hurried to the living room. Lisa was there, sitting on the floor, holding the baby, closing her eyes, holding back the moaning so that the child wouldn’t wake up. Marco knelt down, grabbing Lia’s back—too cold, too hard.
“Baby… Is this painful? “Is everything you say true?” her voice trailed off.
Lia opened her eyes, the strength vanished. “I’m not acting … You just don’t want to believe it…”
Marcus hugged her, and there were tears streaming down her cheeks. They were both silent—only the baby’s breath and soft cries could be heard.
Since then, Marcus has changed. There are no more complaints. There is no doubt about it. Every day, she helps her mother-in-law take care of Lia, from the baby, to the housework, until Lia can rest properly. He took her to the doctor, asked for medication, and scheduled physical therapy.
As Lisa slowly recovers, Marco can’t forget what he saw—his wife battling illness alone.
One night, while Lia was putting the baby to sleep, she gently patted her husband’s back and whispered:
“Baby… Please forgive me. I won’t doubt you again. You Are My Wife… My Son’s Mother… You are my world.”
Lisa smiled, tired but soft. And then he realized that everything had changed. They grew closer to each other—pain, crying, and gradual silence.
The CCTV remained open in the living room—now, not to catch people, but a reminder that sometimes, you have to be hurt to be caught… and learn to love properly.
And when an early morning silence came, as their son’s cradle swayed in the gentle breeze of the electric fan, Marco quietly walked up behind Lia. He didn’t say a word. He took her hand gently, then gently rested his forehead on her shoulder—like a man who has finally learned how to love without haste, without doubt, and without closing his heart.
“Baby…” He whispered softly, barely audible. “From now on… I’ll be the one to take care of you. You won’t be hurt on your own.”
Tears welled up in her eyes, but now they were no longer tears of pain, but of relief. He rested his head on Marco’s chest, feeling his heartbeat—calmer, more real, and more willing to change.
At that moment, it didn’t matter how hard the weeks passed. The important thing is that they are here, side by side, parents, couples, and most importantly, two people who have relearned to trust.
In the living room, the camera recording continues. But now, what he sees is not pain, not tears, not fatigue. What it sees is a family rebuilding itself from the cracks. A father who has learned to embrace, and a mother who has finally… He is no longer alone.
And in the midst of the silence, as Marco rubbed Lia’s back, he heard a whisper that sounded almost like a prayer.
“Thank you, Baby… Now I feel like I’m not the only one struggling.”
And there, a new love began—softer, firmer, and finally… It is truly fair for both.
