Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
Then changed his mind.
He held her.
Twenty minutes.
Maybe twenty-five.
Time felt strange.
A nurse asked whether he wanted photographs.
He said yes.
Footprints.
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