Less than a week before, I had been 11 weeks pregnant, full of joy and hope and new life. Now all that was gone, and with it my whole sense of who I was; it was my second miscarriage and I felt bereft. In that small, kind gesture I felt myself unravel, I began to cry and then I couldn’t stop. Losing a baby in pregnancy is an unspoken grief, but it deserves as much compassion and understanding as any loss. We only spent a few minutes together that afternoon, but sharing your experiences with me changed the landscape of my grief.

Source: The Guardian August 12, 2017 05:37 UTC