We had been trying for over a year and when we found out I was pregnant we were elated. But I had started spotting around 6weeks roughly and went in for an emergency u/t at 6weeks 5days. I saw my little peanuts heart beating and fetus was proclaimed healthy. Feeling relieved and excited I carried this baby around with all the love that and caring I could. Little did I know it had died 2 days after the ultrasound.
When my next ultrasound came 2 weeks later (it had been previously booked and I didn’t think I would need to cancel it because of the emergency u/t. Besides I was excited and had read up on it and been told it should have been the size of a grape now. I wanted to see it ) and I went into the u/t and came out without heart. My little peanuts heart had stopped beating and I needed a D&C to remove it.
My devastation had been complete, that was only a week ago. But I have found strength and have a husband who is my hero.
Sometimes there is nothing you can do, you fall under those horrible statistics that make you want to scream. I have done my crying and took the pictures of my little peanut and placed it in my book of memories. We will try again; I believe firmly that things happen for a reason. If my baby was taken away from me now, it was taken for a reason. Whether it is because of a sickness that wouldn’t allow it to grow normally or safely or what have you.
I have faith and I know there is a little one out there that is meant for me and my little family of 2.