Could the doctors have lied to me about my son’s death?!
I had just given birth—a healthy, adorable boy the doctors handed right to me. But that happy day spiraled into a nightmare: just minutes later, I started feeling awful. Then, everything went black.
When I woke up, I asked for my kid, but doctors told me the worst. Turns out, I hadn’t just passed out—I had fallen into a coma for months! And my son, who I thought was fine, had died just a few days later.
My life lost all meaning; I didn’t even care that my husband had left me!
Years have passed. Now, I work with charities helping sick kids. While scrolling through Facebook profiles, I spotted this boy. My heart skipped a beat—he had THE SAME BIRTHMARK as my son, I SWEAR! But how?!
With shaking hands, I immediately called the number from the profile. “Hello?” a woman’s voice answered.
I took a deep breath. “Hi, my name is Emily. I work with a charity helping children, and I saw your son’s profile. I noticed he has a distinctive birthmark. Can you tell me more about him?”
The woman hesitated but then replied, “Sure, his name is Liam. He’s seven years old now. We adopted him from a local orphanage.”
My heart pounded. “Can you tell me which orphanage?”
She gave me the name, and I couldn’t believe it—it was the same hospital where I had given birth. I thanked her and quickly ended the call, my mind racing. Could it be possible? Was Liam my son?
I contacted the orphanage and arranged a visit. When I got there, I showed them pictures of my newborn son and explained my situation. The director was sympathetic and agreed to help me look into Liam’s records.
A few days later, the director called me back. “Emily, I think you should come in,” she said gently.
When I arrived, she handed me a file. “There are some discrepancies in Liam’s records,” she explained. “It appears he was admitted to the orphanage under unusual circumstances, just a few days after you fell into your coma.”
My hands shook as I opened the file. The dates matched, and there was even a note about a birthmark. Tears streamed down my face. “This is my son,” I whispered.
The director nodded. “It seems there was a mix-up, or perhaps even a cover-up. But Liam is definitely your biological child.”
I couldn’t believe it. The doctors had lied to me. My son was alive!
I arranged to meet with Liam and his adoptive parents. When I saw him, it was like looking into a mirror of the past. He had my eyes, my smile. His adoptive parents were kind and understanding, agreeing to let me be a part of his life.
Reconnecting with Liam filled the void that had been in my heart for years. Together, we pieced together the fragments of our past and started building a future. And while the pain of the years we lost could never be fully erased, the joy of finding my son and being a part of his life was the greatest gift I could have ever received.