We were heartbroken. I gave my husband the horrible job of breaking the news to our parents and bosses. While waiting for the ultrasound reports to get ready, we headed to a nearby coffee shop. We just held hands and stared blankly at the TV. There was nothing to say.
While driving back home, we got stuck in Delhi traffic for 2.5 hours - and for the first time it was very therapeutic. It gave us time to talk and comfort each other. By the end of it, we probably laughed at something on the radio and joked about the traffic being the worst part of the day.
In the evening we started getting calls from friends and family. While everyone wanted to comfort me and tell me to be strong and brave, I was worried that nobody was comforting my husband. I understood that while it was a physical loss for me, it was an emotional loss for the both of us. At some point, I howled in his arms. And he shed a few tears while comforting me.
Even though there was no physical baby, in our hearts there was. And there always will.
