One of my dearest friends, who happens to live literally on the other side of the planet, got pregnant after multiple rounds of IVF and one miscarriage. The pregnancy has been plagued by complications--hematoma, vanishing twin, placenta previa, preterm contractions, culminating in (as of about a week and a half ago, at just past 29 weeks) total hospital bedrest. I talked to her last week and she was bored silly but optimistic and happy, making jokes about bedpans, enjoying feeling the baby kick, and looking forward to hopefully keeping the baby in until 35 weeks.
You can see where this is going, can't you?
Today I got an email from her husband, saying simply that she had delivered a boy, 10 weeks early, and that their son had multiple fatal birth defects, most likely due to a trisomy. (They hadn't had an amnio, but a level 2 ultrasound at 25 weeks had shown no major abnormalities.) He is expected to live perhaps a few months at most, but more likely a matter of days.
I just...I don't know what to say.