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

I changed because I did.

Toby healed because people listened.

Agency belongs to the living.

I wish we had all known earlier.

The nursery eventually changed too.

For a long time, closing the door felt unbearable.

Opening it felt worse.

Then it became a room.