Emma
I was halfway through explaining fractions to my Year 3 class when my phone buzzed in my pocket.
Normally I would ignore it. Nothing in my life comes through email that urgently. But something in my chest tightened; an instinct or a pull.
When the children bent over their worksheets, I slipped the phone out for a quick peek. My heart skipped when I saw it, an email.
From The Leighton Fertility Network (LFN)
For a second, I couldn’t breathe.
Finally…Weeks after the medical tests. Weeks of silence.
Weeks of pretending I’d forgotten about the program when really, every night, I checked my inbox twice before falling asleep.
I forced myself to lock my phone and shove it into my pocket. I couldn’t afford to lose focus, not with twenty-eight eight-year-olds staring at me like I carr
