Friday my sister called me and told me about one of her friends, who we also know. He took the pictures at our wedding and gave us something very dear: beautiful memories of a very special day. We don't see him very often, but when we do, we enjoy it.
When he told us a few months back that his girlfriend was pregnant, he was glowing with pride. Excited at the prospect of becoming a dad. We were very pleased for him and happy to share the moment. At the time we didn't know that their baby was conceived by IVF. That really doesn't matter. Whether it is IUI, IVF, ICSI or any of the variations on the theme, what counts is the end result: a healthy baby.
Unfortunately he and his girlfriend lost their baby last week. His girlfriend almost died of pre-eclampsia and then lost the baby. The baby had not been growing enough and was too small to survive at only 680 grams by seven months.
I can't imagine how terrified he must have been at the thought of losing his girlfriend. The relief when she survived. And the enormous sadness of becoming parents, but not actually getting to know their son. Parents to a baby that didn't make it, but parents nonetheless.
Undoubtedly Mother's day is a sad reminder of what they had and what should have been. I so hope that next Mother's day finds them cuddling their newborn.
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