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 had buried one of my twin sons the day they were born. Five years later, a moment at a playground shattered everything I thought I knew. My name is Lana. When I went into labor, I was expecting twin boys. The pregnancy had been complicated, and the delivery came early. I remember voices in the delivery room, panic, someone saying, “We’re losing one.” Then darkness. When I woke up, the doctor stood beside my bed with a grave expression. “I’m so sorry,” he said gently. “One of the twins didn’t make it.” They placed one baby in my arms—Stefan. I never saw the other. They told me his brother was stillborn. Weak and barely conscious, I signed the papers they gave me. I didn’t read them. I never told Stefan he had a twin. I told myself I was protecting him. Instead, I poured all my love into him and built our own quiet world. Every Sunday, we walked to the park near our...