After Losing My Newborn Son, I Gave Everything I’d Bought Him to a Mother Begging With Her Baby—The Next Morning, My Lawn Was Covered in Dozens of Strollers, Each Holding a Sealed Box

over the sink.

I did not turn on the television.

I did not answer my mother’s third phone call.

I walked past the nursery on the way to bed and did not look inside.

I laid down on Thomas’s side of the bed.

Tears didn’t come, and neither did sleep.

I laid down on Thomas’s side of the bed.

The drive home from visiting the cemetery blurred together.

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