My wife had three miscarriages and one fetal demise at 24 weeks. We never named the miscarriage babies, but we did mourn. The fetal demise was our son Dexter. He had Down Syndrome. When we found out he had passed, we had to go to the hospital and induce labor. The whole thing was handled just like a regular birth, except he wasn't alive and we all knew that. The whole experience was gut wrenching, torturous, and surreal. We buried him and held services for him.

It's been several years now and we have since had a beautiful, perfect, brilliant little baby 'pede, but we still think about Dexter and mention him fondly at family gatherings. We all wish we could have met the little guy. Hopefully we will someday.

The person writing that Reddit post is probably just young and clueless. He/She/Shim probably hasn't lived long enough or experienced enough to understand or even know anyone who has been through a baby passing away. I'd get mad about it, but it would hardly be fair, considering I said and did some seriously stupid ass things when I was a youngster.