What happens when the joy of welcoming a newborn is eclipsed by betrayal, cruelty, or heartbreaking abandonment? These four emotional stories reveal how families navigated the deepest wounds caused by those they loved most… stories that will leave you gripping your heart.
A newborn’s cry should be the sound of hope, love, and new beginnings. But for these families, the arrival of their children was met with betrayal, manipulation, and heartbreak. Each story reveals the raw reality of navigating parenthood while enduring the deepest wounds inflicted by those closest to them.
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Story 1: I Went to Pick Up My Wife and Newborn Twins from the Hospital — I Found Only the Babies and a Note
I was all smiles driving to the hospital that day, balloons bobbing beside me. I couldn’t wait to bring Suzie and our newborn twin daughters, Callie and Jessica, home. I’d spent days perfecting the nursery, cooking a family dinner, and planning a warm welcome. But when I arrived, everything unraveled.
Suzie was gone.
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I found my daughters sleeping peacefully in their bassinets and a note waiting for me:
“Goodbye. Take care of them. Ask your mother WHY she did this to me.”
The words hit like a freight train. My hands shook as I reread them. This wasn’t real… couldn’t be. Suzie was happy, wasn’t she?
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A nurse entered with discharge paperwork, but her calm expression crumbled when I demanded to know where Suzie was. “She checked out this morning,” she said nervously. “She told us you knew.”
I didn’t know. I drove home in a daze, my daughters in the backseat, and the note crumpled in my fist. At home, my mom, Mandy, greeted me on the porch with a bright smile and a casserole dish.
“Oh, let me see my grandbabies!” she exclaimed.
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I stepped back, holding the car seat protectively. “Not yet, Mom,” I said coldly, thrusting the note at her. “What did you do to Suzie?”
Her smile faded, and as she read the note, her face paled. “Ben, I don’t know—”
“Don’t lie to me! You’ve never liked her! You’ve always criticized and undermined her. What did you do that pushed her to take this extreme step?”
Tears welled up in her eyes as she ran inside the house. “I’ve only ever tried to help.”
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I couldn’t trust her anymore. That night, while the twins slept, I searched for answers. In Suzie’s things, I found a letter in my mom’s handwriting:
“Suzie, you’ll never be good enough for my son. You’ve trapped him with this pregnancy, but don’t think you can fool me. If you care about them, you’ll leave before you ruin their lives.”
I could not believe my eyes, and I confronted my mom immediately. She tried to defend herself, saying she was protecting me, but I was done.
“You drove her away! Pack your things. You’re leaving tonight,” I yelled, leaving no room for argument. She tried to pacify me, but I wasn’t listening.
She left, but the damage was done.
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In the following weeks, I juggled sleepless nights and frantic searches for Suzie. I reached out to her friends and family, desperate for a clue.
Finally, her friend Sara confessed, “Suzie felt trapped… not by you, but by everything. Your mom told her the twins would be better off without her. Your mom had been so manipulative and controlling.”
The knife twisted deeper. Suzie had been suffering in silence, afraid I wouldn’t believe her.
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Months passed without a word. One day, I received a text from an unknown number. It was a photo of Suzie in the hospital, holding the twins. Beneath it was a message:
“I wish I was the type of mother they deserve. I hope you forgive me.”
“Suzie? Is it you? Oh my God… please come home. Please… please,” I pleaded as I called the number, but it was disconnected. My resolve to find her only strengthened.
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But days passed like leaves on a breeze, and I couldn’t find my wife. Then, a year later, on the twins’ first birthday, there was a knock at the door.
Suzie stood there, clutching a small gift bag, her eyes brimming with tears. She looked healthier, but the sadness lingered. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Suzie?!” I gasped, tears running down my cheeks as I pulled her into my arms. For the first time in a year, I felt whole.
“I’d been such a fool to give in to your mom’s words and run away from my own family. I thought… I thought I wasn’t good enough, like she’d said,” she cried.
“Let’s not talk about her anymore. I’m glad that you’re back… to us,” I said, kissing her forehead as we approached our toddlers.
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In the weeks that followed, Suzie opened up. Postpartum depression, my mom’s cruelty, and her own feelings of inadequacy had driven her away. Therapy had helped her find strength, but the scars remained.
“I didn’t want to leave,” she admitted one night, her hand trembling in mine. “But I didn’t know how to stay.”
“We’ll figure it out,” I promised.
And we did. Healing wasn’t easy, but love, resilience, and the shared joy of raising Callie and Jessica brought us back together. Together, we rebuilt what had almost been lost.
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Story 2: I Came Home with My Newborn Twins to Find the Locks Changed, My Stuff Thrown Out, and a Note Waiting for Me
The day I was discharged from the hospital with my newborn twin daughters, Ella and Sophie, should have been one of the happiest of my life. Instead, it became an unforgettable nightmare.
My husband Derek was supposed to pick us up, but at the last minute, he called.
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“Mom’s really unwell,” he said hurriedly. “I need to take her to the hospital. I can’t make it to you.”
I was stunned. “Derek, I just gave birth. I need you here.”
“I know,” he sighed. “But this is serious. I’ll come to you as soon as I can.”
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Knowing his mother, Lorraine, and Derek’s tendency to prioritize her, I wasn’t convinced he’d return anytime soon. Reluctantly, I arranged a taxi to take me and the girls home.
When we arrived, I froze. My suitcases, diaper bags, and even the crib mattress were dumped on the lawn. Panic crept in as I paid the driver and approached the door, calling, “Derek?”
No answer.
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I tried my key. But it didn’t work. The locks had been changed. My heart raced as I spotted a note taped to a suitcase:
“Get out of here with your little moochers! I know everything. — Derek”
My breath hitched. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. This couldn’t be Derek, the man who had been by my side through every moment of my pregnancy.
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I called him, but it went straight to voicemail. Again and again, but no answer. Sophie and Ella started crying, their wails matching the panic in my chest. Shaking, I called my mom.
“Derek changed the locks,” I choked out. “He threw me out. There’s a note… Mom, I don’t understand.”
“WHAT?!” she exclaimed. “I’m coming right now.”
When she arrived, she hugged me tightly, her anger barely contained. “This doesn’t make sense. Derek loves you and the girls. Let’s go to my place until we figure this out.”
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At her house, I tried to piece things together. The note didn’t make sense, and Derek’s silence only fueled my anxiety. Unable to sleep, I decided to confront him.
The next morning, I returned to the house. The yard was empty, and all my belongings were gone. I knocked on the door, then peered through the window. The sight froze me: Lorraine was sitting at the dining table, sipping tea.
When I banged on the door, she opened it just a crack, her face smug. “You’re not welcome here, Jenna. Didn’t you see the note?”
“Where’s Derek?” I snapped.
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“He’s at the hospital, taking care of his mother.”
“You’re not sick!” I yelled. “And you’re NOT in the hospital!”
She smirked. “I’m feeling better now. Miracles happen.”
Realization dawned, heavy and suffocating. “You lied to him. You faked being sick to get him out of the house.”
“And?” she replied, unbothered.
“Why? Why would you do this?”
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Crossing her arms, her lips curled into a cruel smile. “I told Derek from the start that our family needs a boy to carry on the name. But you? You gave us two girls. Useless.”
Her words knocked the air out of me.
“You threw us out over that?”
“Of course. I even made sure he couldn’t call you by taking his phone. He stayed there overnight, worried, thinking I was truly ill. I bribed a nurse this morning to keep him at the hospital longer to discuss my ‘illness.’ And you know what? It worked perfectly! My naive son believed me when I told him I needed some fresh air and was going for a walk. I just wanted to get back to our beloved home for a hot shower with my favorite bath bombs and some nice chamomile tea! And if you’re planning on exposing me to my son… forget it! Derek loves me too much to believe you, honey!”
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Shaking with rage, I stormed out and drove straight to the hospital, finding Derek pacing in the waiting room.
“Jenna!” he said, relief flooding his face. “I’ve been trying to reach you, but I don’t have my phone.”
“Your mother took it,” I cut him off. “She faked being sick, locked me out of the house, and left that awful note.”
His face darkened with fury. “What?”
“She said it’s because our daughters aren’t boys.”
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Without another word, Derek grabbed his keys and drove us home. Lorraine’s smug expression faded when we arrived.
“Derek, darling—”
“STOP!” he snapped. “You lied to me, locked my wife and children out of our home, and wrote a fake note to drive them away. What’s wrong with you?”
She sputtered excuses, but he wasn’t having it.
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“Pack your things and leave. You’re done here.”
Tears streamed down her face. “You can’t mean that. I’m your mother!”
“And Jenna is my wife. Those are my daughters. If you can’t respect them, you’re not welcome in our lives.”
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“You’ll regret this,” she hissed as she packed her things, slamming doors as she went.
That night, Derek apologized repeatedly. He changed back the locks, blocked Lorraine’s number, and reported the bribed nurse. Over time, we rebuilt our life. Lorraine had tried to destroy us, but she only brought us closer together.
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Story 3: My Husband Dumped Me as Soon as He Walked into the Hospital Ward and Saw Our Newborn Twin Daughters
After years of infertility, I thought giving birth to twin daughters would finally bring my husband Mark and me closer. The pregnancy had been grueling, but as I lay in my hospital bed, Ella and Sophie nestled at my sides, all the pain seemed worth it.
I sent Mark a text: They’re here. Two beautiful girls. Can’t wait for you to meet them.
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I imagined him rushing in, joyful tears streaming down his face. But when the door opened, his expression wasn’t joy. It was stone cold.
“Hey,” I said softly, trying to smile through my exhaustion. “Aren’t they beautiful?”
Mark’s eyes landed on the girls, his jaw tightening as disgust flickered across his face. “What the hell is this?” he muttered.
Confused, I frowned. “What do you mean? They’re our daughters!”
“You tricked me!” he snapped, venom lacing his words.
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My heart sank. “What are you talking about? They’re healthy, Mark. Perfect. What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” He laughed bitterly. “You didn’t tell me they were girls! You knew I wanted boys. I thought we were having boys!”
I blinked, stunned. “You’re upset because… they’re girls?”
“Damn right, I’m upset!” He stepped back, his expression like he was staring at strangers. “This whole family was supposed to carry on my name. You’ve ruined EVERYTHING.”
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My chest tightened as tears welled in my eyes. “Mark, please, they’re our daughters—”
“No,” he cut me off, shaking his head. “You betrayed me. These aren’t even mine.”
The accusation hit like a punch to the gut. I was speechless, my mind racing to comprehend how the man who had been my rock could say something so vile.
Before I could respond, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
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I stared at the door in shock, then down at my girls. Their tiny hands curled against my chest as if they knew I needed comfort. “It’s okay, sweethearts,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure it would be.
Days passed. I moved in with my parents, hoping everything would be alright and that Mark would return, apologizing for a silly misunderstanding. But he vanished without a trace.
Rumors swirled that he was vacationing in a tropical paradise while I grappled with sleepless nights and endless diapers. The betrayal cut deep, but the worst was yet to come when his mother, Sharon, called.
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“You ruined everything,” she hissed in a voicemail. “Mark deserved sons, not… this. How could you betray him like that?”
The messages didn’t stop. Sharon bombarded me with accusations: I had cheated, I was a failure as a wife, and my daughters weren’t good enough for their family.
The nursery became my refuge. Each night, I rocked Ella and Sophie to sleep, whispering, “I’ll keep you safe. We’ll be okay.” But inside, I was breaking.
One sleepless night, as I cradled the girls, a realization hit me: I was waiting for Mark to come back, but he didn’t deserve us. I needed to take action… not for him, but for my daughters.
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I hired a lawyer who gave me hope.
“With Mark’s abandonment,” she explained, “you’re in a strong position. Full custody. Child support. We’ll handle visitation on your terms.”
For the first time in weeks, I felt a spark of power.
I began to rebuild. On social media, I shared photos of Ella and Sophie — tiny milestones, giggles, and gummy smiles. Each post was a celebration of our new life, without Mark. Friends rallied around me, and the posts spread through our circle.
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Mark didn’t stay away for long. One day, I hosted an open house to introduce my daughters to friends and family. The house buzzed with warmth and laughter, and the twins wore matching outfits with little bows.
Then the door flew open.
Mark stood there, wild-eyed and furious. “What the hell is this?” he barked.
I stood my ground. “It’s our life, Mark. The one you walked out on.”
“You turned everyone against me!” he accused, his voice rising.
“You did that yourself when you abandoned your family because you didn’t get the sons you wanted,” I replied.
“You robbed me of my legacy!” he roared.
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I stepped closer, meeting his gaze. “You didn’t deserve us, Mark. You made your choice, and this is mine. You’re not welcome here.”
Friends surrounded me, their silent support forcing Mark to retreat. Humiliated, he stormed out.
A few weeks later, Mark received court papers detailing custody and child support. There was no escaping his responsibility, even if he refused to be a father.
As for Sharon, her final message went unread. I was done with their family.
That night, as I rocked my daughters to sleep, I felt a profound peace. Mark’s absence wasn’t a loss. It was freedom. And as I held Ella and Sophie close, I knew our future was brighter without him.
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Story 4: My Husband Came to Take Me and Our Newborn Triplets Home – When He Saw Them, He Told Me to Leave Them at the Hospital
After years of struggling to have children, the birth of our triplets — Sophie, Lily, and Grace — was a dream come true. As I held my tiny girls in the hospital room, their peaceful faces filled me with overwhelming love.
But when my husband Jack walked in the next day to bring us home, something was wrong. His face was pale and his movements hesitant. He lingered by the door, refusing to come near.
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“Jack,” I said softly, trying to ease his nerves, “come look at them. They’re here. These lovely little angels. We did it.”
He shuffled closer, his eyes darting to the bassinets. “Yeah… they’re beautiful,” he muttered, but the words felt hollow.
“What’s going on?” I pressed, my voice trembling.
He took a deep breath and blurted out, “Emily, I don’t think we can keep them.”
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I stared at him, my heart plummeting. “What are you talking about? They’re OUR daughters!”
Jack looked away, his voice shaky. “My mom went to see a fortune teller. She said… she said these babies will bring bad luck. That they’ll ruin my life… even cause my death.”
I froze, disbelief washing over me. “A fortune teller?” I repeated, my voice rising. “Jack, they’re babies, not bad omens!”
He looked torn but nodded grimly. “My mom swears by her. She’s never been wrong before.”
Anger boiled in my chest. “And because of this, you want to abandon them? You want to leave your own daughters in the hospital?”
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Jack couldn’t meet my eyes. “If you want to keep them, fine,” he said weakly, “but I won’t be there.”
Tears blurred my vision as his words sunk in. “If you walk out that door, Jack,” I whispered, my voice breaking, “don’t come back.”
He hesitated for a moment, guilt flickering in his eyes. But then he turned and left without another word.
The door closed behind him, and I sat frozen in shock. A nurse entered moments later, her face softening when she saw my tears. She placed a hand on my shoulder as I clutched my daughters closer, whispering, “I’ll always be here for you. I promise.”
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Over the following weeks, I adjusted to life as a single mother. Raising triplets alone was overwhelming, but my love for Sophie, Lily, and Grace kept me going. Friends and family helped where they could, but the weight of Jack’s abandonment lingered.
Then one afternoon, Jack’s sister, Beth, visited. She had been one of the few from his family to stand by me. That day, her expression was painful, and I knew she had something to say.
“Emily,” she began hesitantly, “I overheard Mom talking to Aunt Carol. She… she admitted there was no fortune teller.”
I froze. “What are you saying?”
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Beth sighed, her face full of regret. “She made it up. She thought that if she convinced Jack the girls would bring bad luck, he’d stay close to her instead of focusing on you and the babies. Moreover, she had wanted grandsons. And she was really disappointed right from the gender reveal party. I guess she’d been planning this for a long time.”
Rage surged through me. “She lied to destroy our family,” I whispered, my hands shaking. “How could she?”
Beth nodded. “I don’t think she realized he’d actually leave, but I thought you should know.”
I didn’t sleep that night. I wanted to confront Jack, but more than that, I needed him to know the truth. The next morning, I called him.
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“Jack, it’s me,” I said when he answered. “We need to talk.”
He sighed heavily. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Your mother lied,” I said, anger making my voice tremble. “There was no fortune teller. She made it up because she didn’t want to share you with us. She wanted grandsons. She was disappointed right from the gender reveal party.”
Silence stretched on the other end. Finally, he scoffed. “My mom wouldn’t lie about something this big.”
“She admitted it to her sister, Jack. Beth overheard her. Why would I make this up?”
“I’m sorry, Emily,” he said dismissively. “I can’t do this.”
The line went dead.
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Weeks turned into months. Each day, I grew stronger, building a life around my daughters. Friends and neighbors pitched in, and slowly, the ache Jack left behind faded. Sophie, Lily, and Grace became my world, their smiles and coos a balm to my soul.
Then one day, Jack’s mother knocked on my door. Her face was pale, her eyes full of regret.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “I never thought Jack would leave you. I just… I was scared of losing him.”
I crossed my arms, holding back my anger. “And what about your preference for grandsons over granddaughters? Your fear and selfishness destroyed my family,” I said coldly.
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She nodded, her face crumpling. “I’m so sorry. I’ll do anything to make it right.”
I shook my head. “There’s nothing you can do. Please leave.”
She walked away, her shoulders slumped.
A year later, Jack showed up on my doorstep, looking gaunt and ashamed. “I made a mistake,” he said, his voice breaking. “I should have believed you. I’m sorry. I want to come back. I want to be a family again.”
But I had already made my choice.
“You left us when we needed you most,” I said firmly. “We’ve built a life without you, and I won’t let you hurt us again.”
I closed the door, my heart steady and strong.
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That night, as I rocked my daughters to sleep, I realized we didn’t need Jack. Our family was whole — just me and my girls.
Newborns symbolize hope and new beginnings, yet these stories reveal how family drama can cast a long shadow. In the face of heartbreak, the resilience of these parents shines, proving love for their children can weather any storm.
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Growing up as a gay child, CNN anchor Anderson Cooper thought he would never be able to have his own children
Nearing sixty, Anderson Cooper had already ended his relationship with Benjamin Maisani, his longtime partner, when he became a father. The two ex-couples did, however, reunite, but not in a romantic setting.
It took years before Anderson Cooper and Benjamin Maisani’s relationship was made public because they were so secretive about it. The couple’s dating history dates back to 2009.
The pair was revealed to be residing together at Anderson’s firehouse home by Daily Mail in March 2018. He later made renovations to the $4 million Manhattan, Greenwich Village home he purchased.
It wasn’t until May 2015 that Anderson and Benjamin disclosed their relationship. The CNN news presenter posted a picture of him and Benjamin on Instagram at the time, writing:
“I suppose you start to pose the same when you’re with someone for a long time.”
Following that, Anderson began to share more details about his connection. So much so that he and his boyfriend co-starred in an Architectural Digest edition in August of 2016.
The couple was displaying their remote co-owned house in a region of Brazil at the time. Benjamin discussed the attention his relationship with Anderson was receiving in 2014 when he spoke with French Morning.
In March 2018, after a decade of dating, Anderson’s spokesperson confirmed that the journalist and Benjamin had separated. According to reports, the CNN anchor explained the split by saying:
“Benjamin and I separated as boyfriends some time ago. We are still family to each other, and love each other very much.”
Anderson explained that he and his ex-boyfriend remained best friends and would continue sharing their lives. During an interview with Ellen DeGeneres, the television personality revealed one of the reasons that caused them to break up.
He shared how Benjamin wasn’t sure he wanted to have children. However, Anderson didn’t wait to have another partner before working on his dream of becoming a father and fulfilling it at age 53.
In 2020, when reaching the end of his segment on CNN, Anderson revealed that his first child and son, Wyatt Morgan, had been born. He also opened up about why the milestone was especially significant for him, stating:
“As a gay kid, I never thought it would be possible to have a child.”
The star shared his gratitude for the people who paved the way for him to realize his dream. He also shared his appreciation of the nurses and doctors who took part in helping welcome his son.
Following ten years of dating, Anderson’s representative said that the journalist and Benjamin had split up in March 2018. The CNN host reportedly stated the following to explain the split:
“A while back, Benjamin and I called it quits on our relationship. We still love and care for one another as if we were family.
Anderson clarified that he would continue to share their lives and that he and his ex-boyfriend were close friends. One of the reasons behind their breakup was disclosed by the television personality in an interview with Ellen DeGeneres.
He revealed that Benjamin wasn’t certain he wanted to start a family. But Anderson didn’t wait to find a new partner to work toward and realize his 53-year-old dream of becoming a father.
At the conclusion of his CNN segment in 2020, Anderson disclosed the birth of Wyatt Morgan, his first kid. He also revealed the reason the achievement held particular significance for him, saying:
“As a gay child, I never imagined that having a child would be possible.”
The celebrity expressed his appreciation to everyone who helped him achieve his dream. He also expressed his gratitude to the medical professionals that assisted in the birth of his son.
In addition, the TV celebrity shared four photos of his infant son on Instagram. The first picture shows him tenderly nursing Wyatt. He disclosed that the boy was just three days old in the caption of the photo.
He gave an explanation of how the child’s first name matched that of his own father, who died when he was only 10 years old. The second name belonged to his mother’s side of the family, Gloria Vanderbilt, and was also favored by his parents.
Anderson claimed at the time that he had discovered a list his parents had created 52 years prior while choosing his name. At birth, Wyatt reportedly weighed 7.2 pounds and was hailed as “sweet, soft, and healthy.”
The journalist also expressed gratitude to the surrogate mother for bearing him, providing him with a loving and sensitive watch, and giving birth to the boy. He also expressed gratitude to the surrogate’s family for their help both before and after the procedure.
In closing, Anderson expressed his hope that his brother Carter, mother, and father could have seen his son grow up. But he made the decision to think they could see his child, and he saw them cuddling up to each other while grinning and laughing.
He was content that their family line will live on and that their love was still present in both Wyatt and him. Anderson learned in August 2020 that Wyatt was sleeping on an unusual schedule for a youngster who was just about four months old at the time.
The newborn was getting twelve hours of sleep every night! The CNN anchor clarified that he was receiving help from a nurse and made a joke about not knowing what she did—but she didn’t use booze or Ambien—to put the youngster to sleep so much!
Anderson had one requirement, despite having help from someone else in caring for the child. The celebrity declared that he opposed having a single parent raise his child.
In May 2020, Anderson gave an explanation for his decision to not raise his child by himself on “The Howard Stern Show.” The celebrity talked about how his mother raised him and his brother as a single parent after losing his father and how she wasn’t very paternal.
He wished there had been another adult in his life to cover that absence. Someone who occasionally offered to take him out to lunch or a ball game, or who suggested having a conversation with him; the journalist added:
“Therefore, I reasoned that I would be in favor of more people loving my son and being in his life, even if nothing bad happened to me.”
He mentioned how, if it were possible, he would want to have two parents. Ironically, because of their good relationship, he and Benjamin continued to live together in their house after their breakup.
Anderson said that things were “weird” between him and the nightclub owner. Despite his early reluctance, Benjamin eventually changed his mind and is today a wonderful co-parent to young Wyatt.
The former couple resided in the Greenwich Village firehouse that Anderson purchased and remodeled in 2009. According to the celebrity, Wyatt would likely refer to Benjamin as “Papa” whereas he would be called “Dad” or “Daddy” because he was French.
Anderson quipped that the businessman was speaking to the young child in his own tongue and that he might be manipulating Wyatt by not understanding what he was saying! But the journalist denied that the ex-couple might reconcile when asked if it would be possible.
In August 2020, Anderson talked to WSJ magazine about how becoming a father had made him realize how much life had changed. Despite being 53 at the time, he talked about how he felt like he was waiting for his real life to start.
The actor claimed that he had been concentrating on moving forward or telling a tale, but that concentrating on Wyatt brought order to the situation. The anchor for the news said, “It’s changed everything.”
Due to his night shift employment, Anderson used to wake up late as well, but after Wyatt’s arrival, he now wakes up at seven in the morning. Since his son’s awakening marked the highest point of his day, it was his objective to rise before him.
Benjamin [Maisani] and the infant [Sebastian Luke Maisani-Cooper], who weighed 6.8 lbs. at birth, would also share co-parenting duties.
When the young boy saw him, he delighted to see him stretch and smile. From the third floor, Anderson went to his son’s room on the fourth, where he waited for him to make noises to let the star know he was awake before entering to see how he was doing.
The TV celebrity stated to People magazine in June 2020 that he would be willing to grow his family in the future. But first, he needed time to get a better night’s sleep and clear his thoughts!
It would be wonderful, he thought, to have a brother or sister for Wyatt. Then, on “Anderson Cooper 360°,” in February 2022, Anderson revealed that he had welcomed Sebastian Luke Maisani-Cooper, his second son, via surrogacy!
Benjamin and the infant, who weighed 6.8 pounds at birth, would also share co-parenting duties. The celebrity also disclosed at that time that Wyatt’s last name would be changed to Maisani-Cooper and that his former partner was in the process of adopting the child.
But in December 2020, following Wyatt’s birth, Anderson acknowledged that he was “tired more than I’ve ever been.” He did, however, adore being a father and “wouldn’t change it for the world,” and he frequently broke down in tears when he saw his kid.
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