Life After Miscarriage
Emily Wieranga
“The heartbeat is fast — 166 beats per minute,” the technician told me a week ago in the blue hush of the ultrasound room.
“The heartbeat is fast — 166 beats per minute,” the technician told me a week ago in the blue hush of the ultrasound room.
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