**My Son Started Acting Weird after I Brought My Newborn Daughter Home – Turns Out He Was Right** Hi, I’m Miranda, a mom of two. Life’s been hectic with my five-year-old son, Max, and my one-month-old daughter, Zoey. Bringing a new baby home was supposed to be joyous, but Max’s odd behavior quickly turned our lives upside down. Max had eagerly awaited Zoey’s arrival. He practiced being a gentle big brother with his doll, Baby Buttercup, and was thrilled when we brought Zoey home. For the first two hours, Max was excited, showing Zoey his toys and chatting about school friends. But then, he started withdrawing. His initial excitement turned into distant behavior. He avoided looking at Zoey and seemed uneasy around her. One evening, while Max was building with his blocks, I asked him if something was wrong. “This isn’t my sister,” he mumbled. At first, I thought it was jealousy. But when Max said he saw nurses with a different baby, I became alarmed. He described seeing another baby in a plain pink blanket, not the one with the little bear that we had for Zoey. I checked the crib and realized Max was right. The baby wasn’t Zoey. Terrified, I called David, and we rushed back to the hospital. A DNA test confirmed the mix-up: our Zoey was with another family. After a tense exchange, we finally got our daughter back. This experience taught me a crucial lesson: sometimes, children see things we don’t, and trusting their instincts can lead us to the truth.
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