There’s no sympathy card for mothers. Not one says, “I’m sorry that the ache in your belly that was filled with kicks and summersaults now feels like a gaping wound. I'm sorry that his missing weight has left you with vertigo and your diaphragm aches to rise and fall to the rhythm of his hiccups. I’m sorry that it will never stop aching. I’m sorry that you will replay these days a thousand times over and your heart will break each and every time.
There’s no sympathy card for fathers. Not one says, “I’m sorry your little boy will never ride on your shoulders. I'm sorry you feel like you're on the outskirts of your wife's grief because you couldn't feel his weight, because your skin didn't move with his twists, because you couldn't feel him stir to the sounds of your family.
There’s no sympathy card for Grandparents. Not one that says, “I’m sorry you couldn’t hold this grandson. I’m sorry you're watching your little girl break into a million pieces that all your love cannot put back together.”
There’s no sympathy card for sisters. Not one that says, “I’m sorry you can’t swaddle this nephew in hugs and spoil him with gifts. Im sorry your baby sister is reeling with a loss that is to much for her to bear but you can not carry for her.
