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 answer broke something in me.

PART 3 — TWO WEEKS OF GRIEF

For fourteen days, I had barely noticed what was happening to Toby.

I had noticed his quietness.

Not the reason.

I had been recovering from surgery.

Bleeding.

Sore.

Hormones still expecting a baby.

Milk coming in for a child who was gone.