I had an abortion during isolation and coronavirus denied me comfort

If you are bored during the isolation, you have spent bad days without bars, cafes, pizzas, cinemas and swimming pools, you should read my story.
I had a routine pregnancy check-up after the first 3 months and saw the baby. It was there, inside me, and I can't describe the happiness. It lasted a few seconds until the doctor asked me, “Have you had any pain or bleeding? He then calmly and sadly explained to me that my child had no heartbeat and that he had died two weeks earlier.
Masks, gloves, no one around, not even my husband. He was not allowed to accompany me because of the pandemic. I was alone.
Will you take pills that terminate the pregnancy or will you choose the surgical route? The doctor was telling me, but I had lost it. Some of the sadness, some of the shock and some of those masks on my face, I could barely understand.
A few minutes later the husband arrived. We were honored as our situation was extraordinary. We asked the doctors to tell us that they were wrong, but no.
I underwent an intervention 5 days later and the child gave way to the pain that comes and goes.
I did it all right. I stopped smoking, drank no alcohol, and took folic acid. Why did this have to happen to me?
Worst of all was that I couldn’t get out of the house. In cases of such sadness and loss, one seeks comfort from family, friends, outside the home, and all the plans and conversations we had for him.
But I could not go anywhere and I could not meet anyone.
Coronavirus denied me comfort.
Unable to cry over the shoulder of my good friends I told my story on Facebook. I didn’t expect it to go viral. A support group of 1,000 people approached me.
So I served myself, my boredom, but I also gave a message to all those who felt bad about the isolation and lacked routine. If you look around, you realize that there is something worse than that, and that we should be grateful every day.
* Metro Source