Gemma Amy Fairbrother

The day my missed miscarriage came

5 years ago I was told I was unable to have children, and as much as I hated this I had kind of come to terms with it. Just when I started to accept it we went into lockdown due to the corona virus pandemic. My partner and I enjoyed the sunshine in the garden, each other’s company and eventually came out of lockdown with some amazing happy news; we were pregnant and happier than ever. Our parents were told but that was it as we believed it was best to conform to the stigma that you shouldn’t tell anyone before 12 weeks. I was eager to tell my friends and the rest of our families, so we booked a private scan and they confirmed I was 7 weeks. We saw our little baby with a strong healthy heartbeat. Tears flooded our eyes and quickly drowned our masks we were required to wear. We were elated and were confident to tell more people.