Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”

That helped me return sooner.

PART 35 — SURVIVOR GUILT IN A FAMILY

When Nora and I finally met, she cried.

“I feel guilty every time Clara wakes me at night.”

“Why?”

“Because I complain.”

I understood immediately.

“You’re allowed to be tired.”

“But you—”

“No.”