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

A truth more complex than I imagined

Faced with my questions, she first denied.

Then she cracked.

My second baby did not die immediately.

He had been transferred to neonatal intensive care in another facility due to serious respiratory complications.

In the administrative confusion related to the transfer and my critical condition, a dramatic error occurred: my file had been classified as perinatal loss.

When the child survived after several weeks, the situation had become legally blurred.

The temporary foster family — set up by the social services during my recovery — had begun an adoption procedure, believing that I had not manifested myself.

I never knew he was alive.