Holly Burgess

I’m running 2k a day in February to remember

One week. 

That’s how long we got between hearing our baby’s heartbeat and losing them.

In 2024, after years of IVF, months of injections, appointments, waiting, and hoping, we finally reached a moment that felt like relief. At 7 weeks pregnant, we saw our baby on the screen and heard their heartbeat. A sound that made everything feel real. A sound that made us believe we were safe.

At 8 weeks, our world stopped.

There is a particular kind of heartbreak that comes with miscarriage after IVF. You don’t just lose a pregnancy, you lose the future you’ve been carefully building, step by step, for so long. You lose the belief that science, effort, and resilience can protect you from loss.

People often say “it was early,” as if time measures love or hope. But in those weeks, our baby was deeply wanted, fiercely loved, and already part of our family. Their heartbeat mattered. Their life mattered.

Miscarriage is still something we whisper about, if we talk about it at all. Yet it happens to so many of us. Behind closed doors. Between appointments. After good news. Even after heartbeats.

I’m running 2km each day to raise awareness for miscarriage and baby loss, and to honour the baby we lost.

Anything you are able to donate means so much. 

Thank you x