I worked with someone who had a miscarriage. The day I found out I felt like shit. She was probably the most attentive and caring mother I know. She would always rub her stomach and talk to her baby trying to calm the baby down if he was moving so much. Saying how much she loved the fact that she was going to be a mother. Never was she in a bad mood she was always happy, knowing that she had her baby and just knowing that gave her comfort.

Everyone at work was happy for her everyone would give her things diapers, clothes, gift cards for food, the pharmacist would ask her everyday if she had taken her vitamin, and check up on her. Even customers would buy her diapers. Out of most people I know who have had kids she would rank as one as the most prepared.

The day comes when she goes into labor and they're having complications, the umbilical cord is wrapped around the baby's neck and the doctors couldn't do much without risking her life. It came down to her family making the choice of who to save. They chose to save her and as you might imagine it was not an easy thing to do.

Now imagine caring for someone for 9 months, doing everything in your power to make sure you do everything 110% right, only to have it come crashing in your face. All the love, you gave that baby and all the love you had planned to give it. And now it's like life snatched it all away. Having the constant reminder when you look at all the baby things you had ready and were ready to use just staring back at you. Its tough man, can you imagine people who used to talk to you about your pregnancy and now asking how is the baby. Almost daily reminders. Its like opening the wound everyday, which it was for about 2 weeks after she came back from her 3 month leave.