My husband and now four-year-old son shouldn’t have to be the only ones to feel my grief, rage and devastation
I had started a list of baby names, called the hospital to apply for the midwifery program and familiarised myself with the foods to avoid. And every day as I obsessively did home pregnancy tests that second “positive” line on the test grew stronger, but then my doctor called.
The pregnancy hormone, which had been rising exponentially, had slowed down. Nothing definitive, we’d have to wait a week to be sure, but I was told not to get my hopes up.
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