There's a particular loneliness that comes with secondary infertility. It doesn't announce itself the way other kinds of grief do. There's no clear moment when the people around you understand what you're carrying — because from the outside, everything looks complete. You have a child. You're a mother. And you are grateful, genuinely and fiercely, for that. And you are also grieving. Both of those things are true at the same time. And somehow, the coexistence of them makes ea