Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
No deadline.
Eventually I entered alone.
Then Toby joined.
Then Lucas.
We did not dismantle it that day.
We sat on the floor.
Lucas picked up a tiny onesie.
Cried.
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