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

eyes.

She gently placed the baby in the carrier at her feet, then covered her face with both hands.

Her shoulders trembled without a sound.

Somehow, that silent grief felt worse than crying aloud.

“I’m Elena,” she asked finally, lowering her hands. “And you have no idea how much this means to me.”

I looked at the infant resting in the carrier.

“What’s his name?” I asked softly.

“Mateo.” She gazed lovingly at him. “I keep telling him I’m going to do better. Every night.”

“You’re doing better right now,”