After Losing My Newborn Son, I Gave Everything I Bought Him to a Mother in Need—The Next Morning, My Lawn Was Covered With Dozens of Strollers, Each Holding a Sealed Box

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I started packing. I dragged the stroller out to my car, still in its box. The giraffe blanket, the onesies, the unopened diapers all went into bags. I kept the hat my mother had knitted for him, and the dinosaur onesie he’d worn in the hospital — the only outfit he’d ever actually worn, apart from the going-home outfit I’d continue reading …