This weekend we could have been celebrating the birth of our first child.
But I suffered a miscarriage.
It’s still much easier to write that down than it is to say out loud.
It’s also much easier to pen how I birthed by dead baby, than it is to vocalise.
Besides losing our precious unborn, one the hardest things was witnessing my partner of 13 years completely break down.
He is my rock. My everything.
He’d been so brave during our trip to the hospital and emergency scan when we were told the devastating news.
But when I heard him break down as he told his mum over the phone, when he finally let his guard down — that was when I realised he was absolutely shattered.