I am sorry.
When I heard from you today, I knew.
I knew the chances of what you might be going through.
I knew the statistics.
I didn’t want you to be one of them.
I hoped and prayed you wouldn’t be.
I skirted around telling you what I knew might soon be your reality…
The baby in your womb will never be the baby in your arms
I cry with you.
I cry for you and your little one.
I cry for all the chances you will never get together.
My heart is breaking for you.
I know yours is too.
It’s not fair.
I am sorry, dear friend.
New Crunchy Mom