The loss of an unborn child is something I wouldn’t dream of wishing people like her to experience. As soon as I utter that there is no pulse inside of her womb, her broken sobs haunt my soul.

But when her sorry excuse of a husband begins to put all of the blame on her, I decided enough is enough. I put my place in front of my favorite patient, telling him to get out.

Then as he did, I turned to her so I could cradle her close to my chest. “I’m with you now.” I hope that my warmth is enough.