Like countless women before and after me, I only learnt about the realities of miscarriage once I was in the middle of one, as I bled into a chair in an A&E waiting room, my body violently unmaking what it had previously made.
There are an estimated 650 miscarriages every day in the UK. And yet it remains a profoundly misunderstood experience. Even if people are sympathetic, it’s still treated as little more than a blip – a bump in the road on the way to parenthood – something you’ll get over quickly once another baby comes along.
But such assumptions brush aside all kinds of complicated emotions, leaving people with little space to process what they actually feel. Before I had a miscarriage myself, I could never have imagined just how deeply it would affect me
