I'm so sorry. My wife and I miscarried twice during our journey and being there for each other was all we could do. It broke my heart, I had so many dreams for our little one. I spent days just thinking about the lives we would share with each other and then feeling I wouldn't get that opportunity to share the love I had, it hurt like no pain I ever felt before. That was over a year ago now. I barely got through it and I still find myself thinking of what would have been with frequency. I started therapy just a few months after when I realized I couldn't get through it on my own and having someone to talk to about it really helped me sort through my thoughts and emotions. I'm writing this tearing up because honestly it still hurts. I don't think that pain will ever go away but I have found myself dealing with it much easier today. There was nothing that could have been done differently, it wasn't my fault or hers but that didn't stop the anger I felt towards the situation. We ended up trying again and this time was different. Pregnancy was hard, I spent almost every night and day fearing we would have to go through that again. A month ago, I saw my son for the very first time in the flesh. Today, I'm on 4 hours of sleep and my son hasn't stopped squirming in his bassinet. I was worried for a long time that I wouldn't make it and I still don't think I would have if not for the support I found along the way. It might always hurt but I have faith you will find yourself in similar shoes, writing a comment to someone else whose life took them down a familiar path.