Reading all this is bringing back so many memories and I feel so sad for them. I had 2 miscarriages before DS1 and then another 2 which were much worse having actually held my own baby. Then I couldn't get pregnant and ended up going for tests where DH insisted he have a sperm count. (unusual in those days, men had to be carefully persuaded) He turned out to be some kind of super stud which made me feel even worse as it was clearly my 'fault'. Eventually I got pregnant but had so many threatened miscarriages that I had to sit with my feet up for most of the pregnancy. Another 2 miscarriages then pregnant again but had to rest, go in at 14 weeks to have a stitch put in my cervix then rest, rest, rest. At 19 weeks rushed into hospital to miscarry but hung on until 37 weeks when I had a ceasarean because the dead twin was lying in the way!
Yes, I do understand the heartbreak and can tell you how very alone I ffelt every time. My mother treated me as if I had done something wrong and no one wanted to talk about it. At least now it is talked about and there is an association to help but none of that matters to the people concerned.
The last thing anyone should do is give advice or offer platitudes like, well there must have been something wrong with it, or, you will ahve another when the time is right etc. etc. I had so many stupid things said by well meaning people but please do not pretend you understand when you don't. I am shaking as I write this, it still hurts after such a long time.
Just love them and let them talk.
Did you think you were poor growing up?
Has anyone played That’s Not My Neighbor? Surprisingly tense little game



she gave up after that..she si 37 this year,