OUR LITTLE RAY OF HOPE
Jun 22, 2021
4 minutes
WORDS: CAROL DYCE, LOUISE BATY.
Biting my lip, I tried not to cry. It was May 2018 and, at five weeks pregnant, I was having an emergency hospital scan because I’d started bleeding. Deep down, I already knew what the sonographer was going to tell me. ‘I’m so sorry, but you’ve lost the baby,’ she said gently, and that was when I finally allowed the tears to flow.
Back home, my husband, Phil, wrapped his arms around me. This was our third early miscarriage in the past year and, amidst my sadness, I wondered whether we’d ever have our longed-for second baby.
‘I FELT NUMB AS I GOT AUSTIN DRESSED’
It already
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