When I was at my obstetrician’s office for my 10-week checkup, I was scrolling on my phone, distracted, as the doctor rolled the ultrasound wand over my still-flat belly. We’d already seen the baby’s heartbeat at six weeks, so I didn’t bother to ask my husband to come with me for this routine appointment.
I wasn’t even paying attention when the doctor said in a flat voice, “There’s no heartbeat.” For it to sink in, she had to show me that there was no thump thump thump from the fetus on the monitor, a sound that had given us so much joy the previous visit.
Those feelings — and the three miscarriages that followed — all came rushing over me in giant tears when I read Chrissy Teigen’s post about losing her third pregnancy, a son with husband John Legend.
Even though my husband