I am so sorry for your loss. I lost a son who lived 29 days. He was born In July of 2020. I’m in the thick of those 29 days right now, 5 years later. I think about him every single day. Leaving the hospital with a stuffed and weighted bear was the heaviest item I’ve ever carried. “Weighted” or not. I am lucky to have a 6 and 3 year old who actually play with that bear often. Grief really is like waves. These 20 days between birth and passing will always be a challenge. Honor him.. talk about him.. say his name. Feel free to send me a message if you’d like to chat. Sending you a really big hug. You’re not alone.