Thursday, June 26, 2014

How to even begin...

This is by far going to be the hardest post I will ever write. 

On Tuesday June 24 we had our first appointment with our Perinatal Dr. I was 16 weeks 1-2 days and we were very much hoping to find out what we were having. The ultrasound tech started the ultrasound and it was quiet. I searched the screen for that little flicker so I could relax that our baby was healthy and growing. She measured the head, abdomen and a leg. The baby measured right on. She stopped and told us she was going to go get Dr. B and that she was so sorry to tell us but she couldn't find a heartbeat. My whole world shattered. I think I had to tell myself to breath because it wasn't just a reflex anymore. David and I sat in the room waiting for the Dr in total shock. Our healthy baby had passed. This can't be happening. The doctor came in and told us how sorry he was and took a look. He tried to find the heartbeat but it was gone. He said everything normal that he could see, he had no reason for us. He also told us by size our baby would have passed 24-48 hours prior. He gave us options and allowed us to talk about it and we decided we would deliver our baby and we wanted an autopsy performed. 

So June 25 we checked into the hospital at 7:30 and I began medicine to help dilate my cervix. My water broke at 4:25 and we waited. At 6:57 our baby was delivered. I don't want to go into specifics about that right now but will share that story in time. 

Right now we could all use extreme prayers. I feel the prayers we have been receiving and we need them in the days and weeks to come. Our precious twins are together in heaven enjoying family. For anyone that did not know this pregnancy started as twins but we lost one between 7-9 weeks. Thank you in advance for the prayers.