
Grief is a many splintered thing
This month I am featuring an anonymous guest blog about the differences in the way men and women grieve the loss of their baby and how we can help. (If you have experienced this yourself please take care in reading this.) In 2006, 23 weeks pregnant with twins, I eased my considerably-sized self down onto the bed in the sonographer’s room and watched her go through the motions I knew so well – the paper towel, the gel, the click-click of my data going into the computer. I was