From optimism and happiness to broken hearted loss with only two words. Miscarriage is incredibly common but this form of loss, of death, is not talked about. A taboo muttered quietly, as if it’s a dirty secret. Why should the loss of an unborn baby be any less than that of any other death? Two words was written in the days following our second miscarriage. Those two words spoken by the midwife during the scan broke my heart. For weeks after I was a shell of myself. Writing down the words circling through my brain seemed the only way to stop the constant cycle of guilt and regret, anger and hurt, and loss. All of our dreams, of our future, of our family, were entangled in hearing those definite words.