Can anyone tell me?
Does it get any easier as the years (yes, years!) go by?
Two years ago today I went to the
doctor for my routine prenatal appointment and my doctor could not find a
heartbeat. He was calm. He was realistic...
“I am not saying there is anything
wrong but I will not tell you that everything is okay. We will schedule
you for an ultrasound. Unfortunately it won’t be until tomorrow some
time as it is so late in the day. I will call you with an appointment
time. I am so sorry for the stress.”
And this is when I began to unravel. I
had to go home and wait, just wait, and wonder, even though I knew deep
down that my baby was gone. I could hardly touch my stomach knowing
that it was more than likely that my baby had died. I laid awake for
most of the night. We were told to go up to the hospital for 8am. I was
up at 4:30... waiting...
