To say today has been an emotional day would be an understatement. This morning started off with talking to the kids about seeing the baby on ultrasound today and getting excited about whether we'd be having a new brother or a sister join the family. I did have an uneasy feeling this morning that something was wrong, but chalked it up to nerves and pushed it aside. Our appointment was at 9:30 and Steven met us there. We met back for the ultrasound and she got me prepped. Almost as fast as she put the ultrasound wand on my belly she was taking it off and I knew right away that something was very wrong. She asked Steven to take the kids out to the waiting room and told me there was no heartbeat. She took a few measurements and it looked like baby stopped growing/died around 13 weeks, and I should have been 19 today. Steven came back in and she told him there was no heartbeat. She left us to go find Dr. Noorda the doc in the office and we just held each other and cried as it sink in that our baby was gone. We pulled ourselves together some and Steven went to get the kids so we could tell them. Of course they didn't really understand what was happening, and Emma and Landon just wanted snacks. Dr. Noorda and the nurse came back in and talked about what our options were. Ultimately we decided just to go home and think about it.
After being home for awhile, and lots of tears we decided to do the cytotec which would be a pill that would basically induce contractions. The office called it in and Steven went to pick it up. I still kept thinking about if we should do the d&c so I didn't eat anything. Steven gave me a blessing and we tried to talk to a few people who'd gone through this before to get their opinions and suggestions. I started inquiring about who was working today in the OR and even called scheduling to see when they could do me if we decided to go that route. Once we decided that's what we should do we had some back and forth with the doctors office trying to get it scheduled. The on call doc wouldn't do it, but Dr. Noorda said he would postpone his trip and come do it if that's what I wanted. I felt bad making him do that but really just wanted to get it over with so I didn't have to think about it all night. It was 2:30 when we talked and he said they could do me at 3 so to head right in. We made very last minute arrangements for the kids to go to neighbors and then took off for the hospital.
It was a little before 3 when we got there and they moved us right along through registration, and got us back to a room. I had been so worried about knowing everyone there, but really it turned out to be very comforting and they were all in tears with me. By the time we got the IV started and they took me back to the OR it was 3:30. Before they took me into the room Dr. Brian Nelson came over and gave me a big hug, and so did Cindy the OR manager. The surgical center really is like one big family and it was nice to feel so much support. Soon I was laying on the OR table, getting hooked up to monitors, breathing oxygen and trying to hold back the tears even though they were streaming down my face. Then I was off to sleep and before I knew it I was waking up in the recovery room with Stephanie by my side and it was an hour later. I was expecting to wake up in pain, but I honestly felt nothing other than really weird. It wag like I wanted to be awake but I couldn't quite get there. I remember talking to Steph and Rich and then her taking me back to my room in same day. The next hour seemed to go by really quick as I slowly came out of my post op fog and before I knew it I was up getting dressed and we were heading home. We had to stop and grab some pads from the store since I didn't have anything at home and then we headed home.
Flowers from the OR that Cindy gave to me.
Steven went and grabbed the kids and then we did or usual baths and bedtime routine with them. I was happy to shower and drown my tears in the water. This whole day and experience feels surreal and has been so emotionally exhausting. I feel like we were finally getting used to the idea of having another baby and just like that our world was turned upside down again. I'd always considered myself so lucky that we'd never known the heartache of infertility or losing a baby, and now I know how truly blessed we were to not have had to go through this before. I know the Lord has a plan for us and our family and I have faith that he has our best interest in mind. It's hard today, but I do feel at peace and comforted through him.




