Let me tell you a little about me. I work with a company that offer support to parents of pregnancy and infant loss. It's a tough job. It elevated my human kindness to another different level in that now I am being a victim myself of these losses which was not the case when I just started working with them a year ago.

It was just another job for me. I can't even describe what it feels like to watch people try everything they can to keep their tiny baby alive. Their tiny baby!. The one tiny baby that took so long to make. I can't even begin to put into words to what it feels like to have only held your tiny baby after death.The lifeless body getting cold and stiff in your arms. The pain of this feeling is beyond what I can describe. How do you deal with grief of this kind? Have any of you walked this alone?