I Was Told My Newborn Had Died—Then My Eight-Year-Old Son Asked Why Daddy Had Paid Aunt Rachel to Take the Crying Bundle

My movement was slower than his, and he noticed without being told.

“Are you still hurt?”

“I’m still getting better from the hospital.”

He stopped.

“Did I make you get up too much?”

“No.

You didn’t cause any of this.”

I made the answer clear enough that he did not have to search for another meaning in it.