Like countless women before and after me, I only learnt about the realities of miscarriage once I was in the middle of one, as I bled into a chair in an A&E waiting room, my body violently unmaking what it had previously made.
There are an estimated 650 miscarriages every day in the UK. And yet it remains a profoundly misunderstood experience. Even if people are sympathetic, it’s still treated as little more than a blip – a bump in the road on the way to parenthood – something you’ll get over quickly once another baby comes along.