So, if one twin dies in the womb, what happens? Nature handles it. The body recycles, flattens, or absorbs. The survivor keeps growing. The mom cries a little (or a lot). And then, eventually, a healthy baby is born with one heck of a story.
We don’t talk about this enough, because it’s awkward and sad. But it’s also a testament to how weird and miraculous pregnancy is. You carry life, death, and then more life—all in the same belly.
So next time you see a twin, just remember: there might be a paper-thin companion out there, haunting them in the best way possible. And that’s kind of amazing, if you think about it.
Now, pass the cream—my brain is fried after all that existential talk.
