There's a lot going on inside of me. Too much to tackle in just one post, but my heart is heavy today. The teacher at Gus' preschool that was pregnant after secondary infertility and IVF told me this morning she is no longer pregnant and found out on Friday.
She is not one of Gus' teachers, so I only see her at morning drop-off, and I don't necessarily speak with her every day, but we have spoken about how this last round of IVF was her very last attempt at having a second child. She was so thrilled when she found out that she was pregnant...and now this. The crushing roller coaster of infertility and pregnancy loss.
We were not really in a place to discuss anything, as we were in the classroom with several children, but I could tell that she was on the verge of tears. She seems to be doing okay, for now with this tragedy. I know there's nothing I can do to take away her pain, but I still wish there was.
I'll be sending her some extra special love this holiday season, and beyond, as she grieves the second child she wanted and didn't get to bring home.