I Stayed At Work While Miscarrying. What I Learned After Shocked Me.

It was late at night at the airport where I was waiting to be picked up. Red and white lights twinkled from airplanes, from towers. I was tired. With my carry-on in one hand and my work bag in the other, I searched the line of cars as blood soaked through my pad.

“Can I go through that?” I asked the TSA agent at the body scanner, three days earlier. “I’m pregnant!”

I had just found out I was halfway through the first trimester. I didn’t know what to tell my friends and family, but I loved to share the news with strangers. I’d also told the head of HR at the design agency where I worked.

“I think I’ll need an intern... or a boss?” I said.

I’d joined the agency as their 28-year-old intern, and not even a year later, I was managing all the brand strategy and copywriting projects mostly on my own, while occasionally reporting to the chief marketing officer.