Ectopic Pregnancy Foundation

For Jessica, lost to Cornual Ectopic pregnancy at 13 weeks, April 25, 2003

	"The Ectopic"
	by Meaghan Simpson “Your uterus is empty” they say as they perform the scan But it’s my heart that empties as I hold your father’s hand “We’ll give you an injection and the ectopic will resolve” “The ectopic” is what they call you my baby, who I dearly long to hold And “resolve” has not the meaning which it might to you and I Instead it’s a polite way to tell me you will die “Not viable” I hear them say which means that you won’t live I’ll never get to take you home or share the love I have to give “They had an ectopic” is the way what’s happened is described, which hardly seems to recognize we had a baby who has died I wish that they would use the words, the ones that make it real Then maybe they would understand the sorrow that I feel


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