For a long time after her miscarriage, Rebecca sat on the toilet, trying to figure out what to do.
“I thought about fishing it out of the bloody water,” she said. “I didn’t really want to hold it in my hand. I also didn’t know what I would do with it afterwards. Am I gonna put it in the trash? Am I gonna dig a hole in the backyard? What the hell am I supposed to do? I had no idea.”
It was around 3 or 4 in the morning; her husband was trying to get some sleep before work. She was exhausted and in shock.
