…I was lying alone in my bed grasping my belly in pain. The intensity was likened to premenstrual cramps multiplied by one hundred. Finally, an urge to use the toilet called to me and running there, I instinctively knew that my pregnancy is failing. Suddenly a large “plop” dropped into the toilet and I knew it was the remnants of my miscarriage. Crying in silent pain, I looked at the bloody muscousy mess in the toilet bowl and bravely flushed my almost-baby down the toilet. Walking back to my room in zombie-like state, I just lay in bed and cried myself to sleep. The pain was suddenly gone. My almost-baby was gone….