After ten years of miscarriages, we finally had our miracle baby girl — but when the nurse handed her to my husband, he went completely pale, stared at the birthmark on her shoulder, and whispered, “No… that’s impossible.”
Saul and I spent the whole of our marriage trying to make a family.
Six losses in ten years. And every one of them took something.
And when we found out last year that I was carrying again, the two of us had already quietly agreed that this was the last time we would do it.
So those nine months were nine months of waiting for it to go.
We barely touched that back bedroom. Neither of us would let ourselves.
And it went perfectly. All of it. And when it started yesterday morning Saul was there for the whole of it, every hour.
And just after midnight she came.
And hearing that noise is the only time in my life I have felt something properly let go.
