It was probably one of the most difficult times in my life. I had experienced a miscarriage. And people gave me the usual platitudes that it was probably for the best and that if the baby survived that there most likely would have been something wrong. I took this in stride. But the one reaction which I couldn't quite deal with was when someone muttered, "Oh well you can just have another one" as though babies were interchangeable or that they were as easily gotten as picking up milk...

