Trigger Warning - Miscarriage.
This photo popped up on my IG feed and triggered a core memory. One I wish I didn’t have to relive when my eyes close. Something I would never wish on my worst enemy. Let me set the stage for you. 3 weeks into quarantine and RONA 2020. No one was allowed to come with me to my appointments or ultrasounds. I walked into a empty lobby - maskless and alone. No one uttered those words to me. But I knew what a 12 week old baby in the womb looked like. And my baby didn’t look like they should. The tech cut the ultrasound short and told me “I’m going to send the results over to the doctor and they’ll be here in a minute.” For a minute I was in purse disbelief. I was shaken. On FaceTime with my husband. Him asking “is everything ok?” “What’s going one?” On repeat. I was holding my breath. For a moment I had all the hope that my baby wasn’t gone. But in my head I knew. The tech said she would go get the doctor while I cleaned up. The n...