Broken heart

Sometimes after we put Carter to bed he calls us back in his room and tells us he misses the babies. It's heartbreaking but I can usually calm him down and stay relatively calm myself. I offer Liam's Molly Bear (still waiting on Nathan's) to sleep with or their blankets from the hospital to help him feel better and feel close to his brothers. He says no to these things so I started offering a picture of them. He says yes to the picture and I hang it on his wall for the night. Tonight he said something that was new and absolutely broke my heart. "I wish they were in the next room sleeping and I wish I could wake up and see them in the morning". I lost it. I can't take seeing him hurt. It's way worse than my own hurt. I feel so bad for him, for what he has experienced, for what he knows, for what he's missing, for the fact he hates being an only child. I don't know what to do. There's nothing I can do. I can't belive this happened.