Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
Hair.
Photographs.
Hospital bracelet.
My letter.
Lucas’s letter, sealed.
One sonogram image.
A knitted cap.
We kept it in a cabinet.
Hair.
Photographs.
Hospital bracelet.
My letter.
Lucas’s letter, sealed.
One sonogram image.
A knitted cap.
We kept it in a cabinet.
