is that years later after three miscarriages it hurts like hell when you clear out the loft of all the carefully stored baby stuff from the one successful pregnancy and finally say goodbye the babies that should have been, could have been... and those that were here so briefly and didn't get a chance to wear this, and this....at least I have my DD, my one and only consolation.
My heart breaks as well for those that don't even have that comfort.