I lost a baby in the delivery room, but one day my son saw a boy who looked like a trait

My twin pregnancy was difficult from the start. Extreme fatigue, brief hospitalizations, constant monitoring… At 28 weeks, I was forced to rest strictly. I talked to my babies every night. I promised them that I would be strong. The birth came prematurely. Everything was chained very quickly. When I woke up, I was told that only one of my sons had survived: Gabriel. The other, I was told, was born lifeless despite attempts at resuscitation.

I was under anesthesia, exhausted, unable to ask the right questions. I was presented with documents. I was told about complications. I did not have the strength to insist.

I went home with one crib. And immense silence.