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 with Dozens of Baby Strollers, Each Holding a Sealed Box

weeks had passed since my little boy died at the hospital.

His tiny clothes were still folded on the changing table exactly where I had placed them.

The packages of diapers remained sealed.

His stroller sat boxed beside the closet.

Thomas and I had assembled it once and pushed it down the hallway as practice before packing it away again.

Now Thomas was gone too.

A week earlier, I had walked into our bedroom and found him packing a suitcase.

“You’re really leaving me?” I’d said.

“I can’t stay here,”