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

Lucas had been given an impossible moment.

His wife unconscious.

His daughter dead.

A nurse asking whether he wanted to hold her.

He said yes.

I am glad he did.

I mean that.

For a while, I resented him because he received twenty minutes I did not.