‘Is it a missed miscarriage then?’ I ask the ultrasound technician, all business as I push the reality, the grief away”

The ultrasound technician squinted as she rolled the head of the transducer over my exposed stomach, the gel cold and slippery. I held my husband’s hand and tried to breathe deeply as she pressed harder.  ‘Okay,’ she said brightly, sounding a little forced, we’re just going to have a look inside with the transvaginal probe if that’s alright with you? This early on sometimes it can be difficult to get a clear view of what...