by Fer'ha Syed
The turtle showered the warm
sand into the air,
Like a waterfall's gentle mist
Hidden in the safe womb of the dunes
Precious pearls, the secret was kept
Excitement bubbling, wanting to spill forth from the lips
of the dam
The magic number 3 had passed
And the barriers had broken for all
the world to hear the waters news
The waves of anticipation swelled.
Yet a painful froth rumbled cold
Consuming all it could see
Crashing and lapping the sand
In waves of agony
Growing stronger with each
Oh, how I wish I were that turtle
To retreat into my safe abode,
away from the world
And the shame,
And the Trickles of apology
And the looks of Pity
Like the scraps thrown out to the
Lost Pearls, washed away
But the blanket of promise will be kept
To meet one day, The Day
With quenching water to cool my
And give the only relief
In the heat of my actions
The Drip Drip Drip of sorrow
Has marked my shell
But I will again slowly swim to
And bury my pearls
Marty Hayes wrote about his experience of miscarriage after not knowing where else to turn; 'miscarriage isn’t really the thing you chat about down the pub, or with your mates.'
We need to break the silence around men and miscarriage so fathers do not feel guilty for showing their grief.
Several studies have shown that the womb may not work as well in older women. This may be because the muscle produces less energy so that contractions are less effective, so labour isn't triggered in the same way as in younger women.
We are trying to find out if a simple procedure before conception could help prevent miscarriage. If so, this could be an easy way to encourage healthy pregnancy.
Tommy’s are helping to train the carers of the future, so that we can continue giving women the best pregnancy care possible.
We want to understand the different ways that women and their partners cope with miscarriage, so that we can better train doctors, nurses and midwives to provide the emotional support that is so important following loss.