Hi! We’re Bex and Laura.

Within minutes of meeting each other, it was clear that we had the same passions and vision for supporting, educating and empowering people going through baby loss, as well as opening the conversations and smashing taboos within society. We joined forces to form TWGGE podcast in July 2020 which has been well-received and evolving ever since. We can’t quite believe that people actually want to listen to our ramblings, terrible jokes and awful singing.

Laura’s story

Well hello there fellow warriors, it’s Laura here.

I know first-hand just how truly shitty it is to find yourself as a member of this gang but I can assure you that you’ve come to the right place.

Having been on my own rollercoaster ride to motherhood I understand the importance of connection within this community. I have always been keen to use my experiences and knowledge to provide companionship and hope for others as they navigate their own journey through the shit-show of miscarriage and loss.

I had my book ‘It Will Happen’ published in October of 2020, it’s a candid memoir of my journey to motherhood through the harsh realities of recurrent miscarriage and pregnancy loss, which I guess I should tell you a little more about. 

Over 7 years I experienced 7 pregnancy losses before having my son in 2019 and I have gone on to have another 2 losses since then. Secondary infertility is by no means easy and it brings with it a whole new host of emotions and challenges that I continue to try to overcome.

My experiences of pregnancy loss range from chemical pregnancies, ectopic pregnancies, missed miscarriages and a partial molar pregnancy. I had countless tests and procedures, tried a variety of different medications, saw various specialists and I battled long and hard to get answers. I still can’t quite believe how I managed to keep going and advocating for myself, it was exhausting.

The worst part of this whole experience for me was not knowing if I would ever get to be a mum. The desperation, hopelessness and ‘ugly’ feelings made this period of my life incredibly isolating. I withdrew from people around me and became a shell of myself. Having come out of the other side of the darkness I am adamant that no-one should have to go through these awful experiences without the support of someone who truly gets it – I get it – we get it – we’ve got you!

Laura xxx

Bex’s story

Hey, It’s me. (Bex)

 I never thought I’d be here. I always assumed that you were either someone who had miscarriages or someone who didn’t… having 3 kids already, I felt that I firmly belonged in the group of women who didn’t suffer from baby loss.


So in March 2020 when I saw those 2 blue lines, I geared up for baby number 4. I was so blasé about the whole thing, breezing in to my 12 week scan, already planning how I would announce the pregnancy. 

When I heard the words ‘I’m sorry there’s no heartbeat’ the world sort of slowed down… I didn’t know what to do, I searched my mental filing cabinets for resources to help me, but the tab ‘what to do following miscarriage’ held no files, so I wiped the jelly from my stomach and shuffled off into a lilac room to await further instructions. 

I felt so stupid. Stupid for thinking that I was immune from miscarriage, stupid that I had no idea what would happen next and stupid that I, a mother of 3, hadn’t realised that my baby had died.

Mostly, in the weeks that followed, I couldn’t believe the scorching pain I felt was what miscarriage felt like. I couldn’t believe that other women suffered this every day in relative silence. 

And then I wondered… was it just me? Should I be feeling this way? If this was what miscarriage felt like, if other women were in this pain, why wasn’t it national fucking news? Was there something wrong with me and my emotions? I felt like my grief was disproportionate to my loss. 

I turned a frightening corner and I CRAVED oblivion from my thoughts and feelings. I used alcohol to numb the pain, which just led to more pain later down the line. 

I felt so strongly that If I was feeling this pain, then someone else may be too, so I began a mission – I wrote about my experience and shared it to a public facebook group and it was also printed by the Metro – overnight my inbox steadily filled – I had over 2,000 emails of love and support during the first week.

This spurred me on to set up a Facebook support group, during this time I got a DM that really stuck out for me – it was from someone called Laura Buckingham and it said ‘do you fancy going into battle together?’

I loved her words. For me, all the support I could find was resource based and information led and so clinical. Battle implied Warriors and I felt like that’s what I, you, we are… We’re fucking warriors, battling through this invisible pain inflicted upon us. 

We got together and The Worst Girl Gang Ever was formed. We chose the name because although this is a club that no one would ever choose to be a part of, we stand shoulder to shoulder. Stronger together. 

We welcome you with heavy hearts and open arms.


Bex xxx