Sunday, September 6, 2009
At my 17 week appointment Friday, the Doctor was unable to find the baby's heartbeat. Not worried yet, we went down the hall to the ultrasound room, three youngest kids in tow. The children enjoyed seeing the image of the baby on the screen, but I could tell from the Doctor's silence that something was wrong. He sent the kids to the lobby with a kind nurse, and a second doctor confirmed my worst fears. I had lost the baby.
That first day was full of anger and tears. Saturday morning, we went to the hospital. Because I was so far along, they had to induce labor. I've had 5 c-sections and a natural birth was a new experience for me. The doctor, nurses and staff couldn't have been more wonderful and understanding. Everything went as well as possible and Steve held my hand through it all. The anger has passed, replaced by peace and comfort. My emotions are too close to the surface to write anymore.
Our heartfelt thanks to our family and friends for the kind visits and calls, flowers and gifts, hugs and tears, childcare and hot meals, e-mails and prayers. You can't know how much it meant to feel your love and support during this hard time. Thank you.