The first was J. Jnr. You probably don't remember the weekend you and the guys went camping. But I miscarried that weekend. He was the size of a walnut, with little tiny stumps for arms and legs. His fingers hadn't started to grow.
Then this one, a couple of weeks ago. The doctor wanted to wait to see if everything would come away without intervention, but it hasn't.
I know I have absolutely no right to ask you this but... would you come with me? To the hospital?
... Sorry. That's selfish of me. I shouldn't have asked.