What do you do when the birth doesn’t go to plan?

I’ve been thinking about the quiet after. Not the joy, not the relief — just the silence in the room when everything was supposed to be happening, but didn’t. The way the clock ticks differently then. I don’t mean complications, not exactly. Just… things that don’t land the way they were meant to. How do you hold space for that? What do you say when the story isn’t the one you rehearsed?