Why Does My New Born Baby Have Memories Of My Dead Brother? Our baby, Lily, is barely two weeks old, but she’s taken to crying at exactly 3:14 AM. It started on the third night in the hospital, a high-pitched keening that rattled the monitors and made me bolt upright. My husband, Jacob, sleep-shy but determined to comfort her, reached into the bassinet. When he came back, his face was pale. “She did it again,” he whispered. “She sounded like…like Matt.” Matt was my little brother. He died three years ago, drowned in the creek behind our childhood home. The slackjawed image of his lifeless face still haunts me. But Jacob, who was working nights then hadn’t known Matt. How…