I Lost One of My Twins During Childbirth — but One Day My Son Saw a Boy Who Looked Exactly Like Him
I Lost One of My Twins During Childbirth — but One Day My Son Saw a Boy Who Looked Exactly Like Him I believed I’d buried one of my twin sons the day they were born. Five years later, a single moment at a playground made me question everything I thought I knew about that loss. I’m Lana, and my son Stefan was five years old when my whole world tilted on its axis. Five years earlier, I’d gone into labor believing I would leave the hospital with twin sons. The pregnancy had been complicated from the start. At 28 weeks, I was placed on modified bed rest because of high blood pressure. My obstetrician, Dr. Perry, kept reminding me, “You need to stay calm, Lana. Your body’s working overtime.” I did everything right. I ate what they told me, took every vitamin, and attended every appointment. Every night, I spoke to my belly. “Hold on, boys,” I used to whisper. “Mom’s right here.” The delivery came three weeks early and was difficult. I remember hearing someone shout, “We’re losing one,”...