The baby I’d spent five years mourning.
And suddenly, the child I’d believed was gone forever might have been living just a few miles away.
My name is Claire, and for five years, I’d carried a grief that never completely disappeared.
It began on the day my daughter was born.
My pregnancy had been complicated, and Lucy arrived much earlier than expected.
The delivery room was filled with urgent voices.
Doctors moved quickly.
Nurses surrounded the tiny newborn I’d waited months to meet.
I remember hearing her make a faint sound.
Then someone lifted her just high enough for me to glimpse her face.