After We Lost Our Long-Awaited Baby, I Prayed for a Sign – Then I Heard a Newborn Crying Behind a Dumpster
Grief has a way of turning the world into a landscape of shadows, where every familiar corner reminds you of what is no longer there. For years, my wife Hannah and I had navigated the clinical, sterile world of fertility treatments—a grueling cycle of hope, hormonal shifts, and the deafening silence of negative tests. When…