Lack of funds is making awful tragedies worse
Passing the first trimester and getting that little photo of the mini-alien is a moment of joy and relief for pregnant mothers.
Those first 12 weeks tend to be the time when things can go wrong. Then the tiredness and nausea subsides. People notice your bump, your skin is glowing and your hair shiny. You are engrossed in baby stuff and baby banter. Then something happens and that joy evaporates. There is a miscarriage or a stillbirth.
To make matters worse, if they could be any worse, you end up seated in a corridor waiting to be admitted after a miscarriage and there are women with big, healthy bumps sitting opposite and beside you. Beads of sweat pour down your face and you don't know where to look, afraid you will start to cry. You start to cry. I remember it well. It had not occurred to me that I would be in the same waiting room as the expectant mothers.