“After miscarrying in public, I received a pink envelope in the mail. ‘Congrats! You’re gonna have a baby! Hope you enjoy these! Love, Jenny B.’ Inside, maternity coupons, gift cards totaling $245. I didn’t know a Jenny B. The wound in my heart I’d tried to heal re-opened. I collapsed in my mother’s arms. Dear maternity company, you didn’t care about the woman struggling to conceive, the woman …

