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 took a breath.

“Because I was very sad and Clara was crying, and Aunt Nora let me hold her.”

Toby considered that.

Then:

“Were you trying to get a new baby?”

Lucas cried immediately.

“No.”

Toby started crying too.