I'm sorry, there's no heartbeat
My world halts
My own heart stops
The grief doesn't come instantly
Because confusion reigns, I ask questions for clarity
What do you mean?
Because you couldn't mean what I think you mean
But she is silent and still, my husband grips my hand
Something thick clogs my throat and I stare at the screen
Searching for myself
"I'm sorry" she says again, and sounds like she means it
The sincerity of her voice hits me like cold water
I feel sick
I realize I'm crying
My baby is gone.
And even alarming miscarriage statistics don't prepare you
Nothing prepares you for this moment
Life snatched away just as you were ready to welcome it
The rug pulled out
The curtains closed
The tears don't stop
There is no heartbeat.