{"id":57525,"date":"2026-07-05T18:56:00","date_gmt":"2026-07-05T18:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525"},"modified":"2026-07-05T18:56:00","modified_gmt":"2026-07-05T18:56:00","slug":"two-hours-after-giving-birth-i-begged-my-husband-to-hold-our-daughter-he-looked-at-her-stepped-back-and-said-my-family-needed-a-son-not-this-i-thought-that-was-the-worst-pain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525","title":{"rendered":"Two hours after giving birth, I begged my husband to hold our daughter. He looked at her, stepped back, and said, \u201cMy family needed a son, not this.\u201d I thought that was the worst pain I would feel that night\u2014until the next morning, when he walked into my hospital room with his mother, a lawyer, and custody papers."},"content":{"rendered":"

Part 1<\/strong><\/p>\n

Two hours after our daughter was born, my husband looked at her tiny face and said, \u201cI don\u2019t want to hold her.\u201d Then, in front of the nurse, he added, \u201cShe\u2019s useless to my family.\u201d<\/p>\n

The room went silent except for the soft beeping of the monitor beside my bed.<\/p>\n

I was still shaking from labor. My hair clung to my forehead. My arms felt weak, but I tightened them around my newborn daughter as if the whole world had just leaned over to take her from me.<\/p>\n

\u201cMark,\u201d I whispered, \u201cshe\u2019s your child.\u201d<\/p>\n

He stood near the window with his hands in his pockets, not even looking at us. \u201cMy father needed a grandson. You knew that.\u201d<\/p>\n

A coldness spread through my chest.<\/p>\n

His mother, Evelyn, sat in the corner chair with her pearl necklace and perfect lipstick, watching me like I was a failed investment.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t be dramatic, Clara,\u201d she said. \u201cGirls marry out. Boys carry names.\u201d<\/p>\n

The nurse\u2019s face hardened. \u201cWould you like me to ask them to leave?\u201d<\/p>\n

Before I could answer, Mark\u2019s phone buzzed. He glanced down, smirked, and turned the screen away too quickly.<\/p>\n

But not quickly enough.<\/p>\n

I saw the message.<\/p>\n

Tell her tomorrow. The lawyer is ready.<\/strong><\/p>\n

My pain vanished for one clear second.<\/p>\n

Tomorrow.<\/p>\n

Mark came closer, finally looking at the baby. Not with love. With annoyance.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll discuss arrangements in the morning,\u201d he said. \u201cYou need rest. And you need to be reasonable.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cArrangements?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

Evelyn smiled. \u201cYou\u2019ll understand when you\u2019re calmer.\u201d<\/p>\n

They left together, their shoes clicking down the hallway like they had already won.<\/p>\n

The nurse touched my shoulder. \u201cAre you safe at home?\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked down at my daughter. Her tiny fingers opened and closed against my skin.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d I said softly. \u201cBecause I\u2019m not going home with them.\u201d<\/p>\n

What Mark never cared to know was that before I became his quiet wife, I was a family law attorney. A very good one. I had stepped away from court after pregnancy complications, but I had not forgotten how cruel people spoke when they thought a woman was too exhausted to fight.<\/p>\n

And Mark had made one mistake.<\/p>\n

He thought childbirth had weakened me.<\/p>\n

Actually, it had given me the one person I would burn my old life down to protect.<\/p>\n

Part 2<\/strong><\/p>\n

By morning, Mark returned wearing a navy suit, like he was arriving at a business meeting instead of visiting his wife and newborn daughter.<\/p>\n

Evelyn followed him, holding a folder.<\/p>\n

Behind them stood a man I recognized immediately: Daniel Price, a private attorney known for ugly custody ambushes.<\/p>\n

Mark smiled. \u201cGood. You\u2019re awake.\u201d<\/p>\n

I was sitting upright, freshly showered, our daughter asleep against my chest.<\/p>\n

Daniel cleared his throat. \u201cMrs. Whitmore, your husband has concerns about your emotional stability after delivery. Given your history of anxiety during pregnancy, we believe it\u2019s best for the child to stay temporarily with Mr. Whitmore\u2019s family while you recover.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at Mark. \u201cYou\u2019re trying to take my baby?\u201d<\/p>\n

Evelyn sighed. \u201cDon\u2019t make it sound cruel. You\u2019re tired. You\u2019re hormonal. And honestly, after producing a girl, you\u2019re not thinking clearly.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mark stepped closer. \u201cSign the temporary guardianship papers, Clara. Be smart. If you cooperate, we can talk about money.\u201d<\/p>\n

There it was.<\/p>\n

Not grief. Not disappointment.<\/p>\n

Money.<\/p>\n

Because three months earlier, my grandmother had died and left me her house, her investments, and controlling shares in a medical supply company Mark\u2019s father had been trying to partner with for years.<\/p>\n

Mark thought marriage made him close to that fortune.<\/p>\n

My daughter\u2019s birth had shown him the truth: everything was in my name, and now everything would pass to her.<\/p>\n

I looked at the papers Evelyn placed on my hospital tray.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou had these prepared before she was born,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

Mark shrugged. \u201cWe prepared for possibilities.\u201d<\/p>\n

Daniel avoided my eyes.<\/p>\n

That was when I smiled.<\/p>\n

Just a little.<\/p>\n

\u201cDaniel,\u201d I said calmly, \u201cdoes your client know I used to destroy emergency custody petitions for a living?\u201d<\/p>\n

His face changed.<\/p>\n

Mark frowned. \u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n

I reached beside my bed and picked up my phone. \u201cLast night, after you refused to hold your daughter and called her useless, the nurse documented everything. Hospital security also received my request to preserve hallway footage.\u201d<\/p>\n

Evelyn\u2019s smile disappeared.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd this morning,\u201d I continued, \u201cbefore you arrived, I sent copies of your text message, these papers, and my medical discharge notes to my attorney.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mark laughed, but it sounded forced. \u201cYou don\u2019t have an attorney.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cI have three.\u201d<\/p>\n

At that exact moment, the door opened.<\/p>\n

My older sister, Rachel, walked in wearing a cream suit and the calm expression she used before ruining powerful men in court.<\/p>\n

Behind her stood two hospital administrators and a security officer.<\/p>\n

Rachel looked at Daniel first. \u201cYou are attempting to pressure a postpartum patient into signing guardianship documents in a medical facility without independent counsel present?\u201d<\/p>\n

Daniel went pale. \u201cI was only\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLeave,\u201d Rachel said.<\/p>\n

Mark\u2019s face reddened. \u201cThis is my wife.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at him. \u201cNot for long.\u201d<\/p>\n

For the first time since our daughter was born, Mark looked afraid.<\/p>\n

Part 3<\/strong><\/p>\n

Rachel placed a thick envelope on the hospital tray.<\/p>\n

\u201cMark,\u201d she said, \u201cyou were served this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n

He snatched it open. His eyes moved fast, then stopped.<\/p>\n

Divorce petition.<\/p>\n

Emergency protective order request.<\/p>\n

Financial injunction.<\/p>\n

Preservation notice for texts, emails, bank records, and communications with his mother.<\/p>\n

Evelyn grabbed his arm. \u201cWhat is this?\u201d<\/p>\n

I answered her. \u201cA mistake you made when you thought silence meant weakness.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mark pointed at me. \u201cYou planned this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cYou did. I just kept records.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rachel turned to the hospital administrator. \u201cMy sister has revoked all visitation access for Mr. Whitmore and Mrs. Whitmore. They are not authorized to receive medical updates, enter her room, or approach the newborn.\u201d<\/p>\n

The administrator nodded. \u201cUnderstood.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mark stepped toward the bassinet.<\/p>\n

Security moved first.<\/p>\n

\u201cSir,\u201d the officer said, \u201cstep back.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s my child!\u201d Mark snapped.<\/p>\n

I held my daughter closer. \u201cThen you should have acted like her father.\u201d<\/p>\n

His face twisted. \u201cYou\u2019ll regret humiliating me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rachel\u2019s voice dropped. \u201cThreatening a postpartum mother in front of witnesses is an interesting choice.\u201d<\/p>\n

Evelyn tried a softer tone. \u201cClara, think carefully. Families can repair things.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at her pearls, her folder, her cold eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou tried to take my daughter before she was twenty-four hours old.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her mouth opened, but no words came.<\/p>\n

Within six weeks, Mark\u2019s life unraveled.<\/p>\n

The judge denied his custody request after reviewing hospital statements, security logs, and messages showing he and Evelyn had planned the guardianship trap before I even went into labor. Daniel Price withdrew from representing him after Rachel filed a complaint with the state bar.<\/p>\n

Then came the money.<\/p>\n

For months, Mark had secretly moved marital funds into accounts controlled by his mother. He believed I was too distracted by pregnancy to notice.<\/p>\n

I had noticed.<\/p>\n

The court froze the accounts. His father\u2019s company lost its pending deal with mine. Evelyn\u2019s social circle learned exactly why her son had been removed from a maternity ward by security.<\/p>\n

Mark got supervised visitation only, twice a month, in a family center with cameras and a caseworker.<\/p>\n

The first time he saw our daughter again, he cried.<\/p>\n

Not because he loved her.<\/p>\n

Because he finally understood what he had lost.<\/p>\n

One year later, I stood in the garden of my grandmother\u2019s house, watching my little girl take her first steps across the grass.<\/p>\n

She wobbled, laughed, and fell into my arms.<\/p>\n

Rachel raised a glass of lemonade. \u201cTo the girl they called useless.\u201d<\/p>\n

I kissed my daughter\u2019s soft hair.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cTo the girl who saved me.\u201d<\/p>\n

And for the first time in a long time, the house was quiet.<\/p>\n

Not empty.<\/p>\n

Peaceful.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Part 1 Two hours after our daughter was born, my husband looked at her tiny face and said, \u201cI don\u2019t want to hold her.\u201d Then, in front of the nurse, he added, \u201cShe\u2019s useless to my family.\u201d The room went silent except for the soft beeping of the monitor beside my bed. I was still […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":57526,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-57525","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-life-new"],"yoast_head":"\nTwo hours after giving birth, I begged my husband to hold our daughter. He looked at her, stepped back, and said, \u201cMy family needed a son, not this.\u201d I thought that was the worst pain I would feel that night\u2014until the next morning, when he walked into my hospital room with his mother, a lawyer, and custody papers. - True Stories<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Two hours after giving birth, I begged my husband to hold our daughter. He looked at her, stepped back, and said, \u201cMy family needed a son, not this.\u201d I thought that was the worst pain I would feel that night\u2014until the next morning, when he walked into my hospital room with his mother, a lawyer, and custody papers. - True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"Part 1 Two hours after our daughter was born, my husband looked at her tiny face and said, \u201cI don\u2019t want to hold her.\u201d Then, in front of the nurse, he added, \u201cShe\u2019s useless to my family.\u201d The room went silent except for the soft beeping of the monitor beside my bed. I was still […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-07-05T18:56:00+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/e14689e1-16f7-4795-a032-46ba40a8e61f.jpg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"563\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"1000\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"true love\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"true love\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"6 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525\",\"name\":\"Two hours after giving birth, I begged my husband to hold our daughter. He looked at her, stepped back, and said, \u201cMy family needed a son, not this.\u201d I thought that was the worst pain I would feel that night\u2014until the next morning, when he walked into my hospital room with his mother, a lawyer, and custody papers. - True Stories\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/e14689e1-16f7-4795-a032-46ba40a8e61f.jpg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-07-05T18:56:00+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/e14689e1-16f7-4795-a032-46ba40a8e61f.jpg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/e14689e1-16f7-4795-a032-46ba40a8e61f.jpg\",\"width\":563,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"Two hours after giving birth, I begged my husband to hold our daughter. He looked at her, stepped back, and said, \u201cMy family needed a son, not this.\u201d I thought that was the worst pain I would feel that night\u2014until the next morning, when he walked into my hospital room with his mother, a lawyer, and custody papers.\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/\",\"name\":\"True Stories\",\"description\":\"\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e\",\"name\":\"true love\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/7edec003db6c2d994c618a5c9257e4836d0823076211ef1f440ea5b2dfb07eb1?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/7edec003db6c2d994c618a5c9257e4836d0823076211ef1f440ea5b2dfb07eb1?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"true love\"},\"sameAs\":[\"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\"],\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=2\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"Two hours after giving birth, I begged my husband to hold our daughter. He looked at her, stepped back, and said, \u201cMy family needed a son, not this.\u201d I thought that was the worst pain I would feel that night\u2014until the next morning, when he walked into my hospital room with his mother, a lawyer, and custody papers. - True Stories","robots":{"index":"index","follow":"follow","max-snippet":"max-snippet:-1","max-image-preview":"max-image-preview:large","max-video-preview":"max-video-preview:-1"},"canonical":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"Two hours after giving birth, I begged my husband to hold our daughter. He looked at her, stepped back, and said, \u201cMy family needed a son, not this.\u201d I thought that was the worst pain I would feel that night\u2014until the next morning, when he walked into my hospital room with his mother, a lawyer, and custody papers. - True Stories","og_description":"Part 1 Two hours after our daughter was born, my husband looked at her tiny face and said, \u201cI don\u2019t want to hold her.\u201d Then, in front of the nurse, he added, \u201cShe\u2019s useless to my family.\u201d The room went silent except for the soft beeping of the monitor beside my bed. I was still […]","og_url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525","og_site_name":"True Stories","article_published_time":"2026-07-05T18:56:00+00:00","og_image":[{"width":563,"height":1000,"url":"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/e14689e1-16f7-4795-a032-46ba40a8e61f.jpg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"true love","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"true love","Est. reading time":"6 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525","name":"Two hours after giving birth, I begged my husband to hold our daughter. He looked at her, stepped back, and said, \u201cMy family needed a son, not this.\u201d I thought that was the worst pain I would feel that night\u2014until the next morning, when he walked into my hospital room with his mother, a lawyer, and custody papers. - True Stories","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/e14689e1-16f7-4795-a032-46ba40a8e61f.jpg","datePublished":"2026-07-05T18:56:00+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/e14689e1-16f7-4795-a032-46ba40a8e61f.jpg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/07\/e14689e1-16f7-4795-a032-46ba40a8e61f.jpg","width":563,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=57525#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"Two hours after giving birth, I begged my husband to hold our daughter. He looked at her, stepped back, and said, \u201cMy family needed a son, not this.\u201d I thought that was the worst pain I would feel that night\u2014until the next morning, when he walked into my hospital room with his mother, a lawyer, and custody papers."}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/","name":"True Stories","description":"","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e","name":"true love","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/7edec003db6c2d994c618a5c9257e4836d0823076211ef1f440ea5b2dfb07eb1?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/7edec003db6c2d994c618a5c9257e4836d0823076211ef1f440ea5b2dfb07eb1?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"true love"},"sameAs":["http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org"],"url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=2"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57525","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=57525"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57525\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":57527,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57525\/revisions\/57527"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/57526"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=57525"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=57525"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=57525"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}