I Had Barely Finished Holding My Son’s Newborn Baby When a Nurse Pulled Me Aside and Whispered, “That Isn’t the Child He Left With”
My chest tightened.
People do say that.
At least.
Two words capable of crushing grief.
At least you have another child.
At least you can try again.
At least one survived.
As if children were interchangeable units.
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