Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
“Yes.”
He placed it in the crib.
Then:
“Will she know?”
I knelt.
“I don’t know.”
Honest.
He looked disappointed.
“Yes.”
He placed it in the crib.
Then:
“Will she know?”
I knelt.
“I don’t know.”
Honest.
He looked disappointed.
