Ruth Lush averted her eyes as the SUV passed the Springdale Cottage Hospital on the edge of Green Bay in Newfoundland and Labrador in May of this year. “This is where my life changed forever,” she said, tears spilling behind her dark glasses.⁠ ⁠ Mrs. Lush, 73, had arrived at the cottage hospital, now closed, more than half a century earlier – pregnant and carrying a white suitcase. On the morning of Sept. 24, 1969, just before dawn, she gave birth to a baby girl who she called Dora Arlene Lush, named after a cousin.⁠ ⁠ On one of the days Mrs. Lush spent recuperating in the hospital, a nurse handed her a bundle. She gazed at the child. Despite the nurse's reassurance, she was sure this wasn’t the same baby she had cuddled and kissed the day before. It didn’t even smell like her baby.⁠ ⁠ She returned to her home in the fishing town of Triton, believing the baby she brought with her was her biological child. But once in a while, maybe every few months, something deep in her cells told her she was missing her baby.⁠ ⁠ Over the years, she confided this gut feeling to her sister and a cousin. Later, she told her eldest daughter and her niece. She tried to talk to her husband Wilfred, but he would hear none of it and refused a paternity test.⁠ ⁠ So she dropped it. But she didn’t forget. At night she sometimes asked God if she had another daughter out there. “Protect her. Watch over her,” she prayed from her bed overlooking the bay.⁠ It was just a mother’s intuition – one that without any proof was only that. But more than five decades after giving birth, the proof would find her.⁠ ⁠ Follow the link in our bio to read the incredible story of a maternity ward mix-up that forever changed the lives of two families.⁠ .⁠ #SwitchedAtBirth⁠ #RuralHealthcare⁠ #Newfoundland⁠ #DNATest