This is a question I asked myself a few weeks ago. A friend of mine lost her baby. A miscarriage. It ripped open an old wound of mine that I thought had fully healed. I had suffered infertility for 9 years and I wanted to carry this loss for my friend. I told her I wish it had been me because I knew how to carry that burden. It wasn’t fair. It’s never fair when a nice loving couple who has a warm home to welcome a baby into get’s their dreams crushed by such a loss.