The peculiar thing about death is that the world goes on around you, as if nothing has happened. You feel like you’re dying inside, like a part of your heart has just been taken. Yet the world around you goes buzzing along as if nothing has changed.
A few months ago, I was 9 months pregnant and walking into a hospital to be induced after my waters had broken 80 hours prior, labour failing to establish. Having birthed my first child at home and planning a home birth for this second child, I entered a world of “standard procedures” that I was not accustomed to.
**TRIGGER WARNING** mentions miscarriage, hospital birthing and procedures that may cause distress