I honestly don't even know how to start this post, things have not gone exactly as planned over the last few weeks. It's like dejavu - I was just talking about how my plans and God's plans were a bit different in my last post "A Little Surprise and The Most Incredible Experience"... Well it seems that when I think I am starting to understand what He has planned for my life He reminds me that I will never fully understand just what His plans are.
I went in to my "first" prenatal OB appointment for this pregnancy Friday, June 7th and my doctor couldn't find the baby's heartbeat. She assured me that this sometimes happens because the baby is so small still and can hide pretty easily but she wanted to get me in to have an emergency ultrasound done just so we could put my mind at ease and I wouldn't have to wait all weekend for some answers. Unfortunately that ultrasound didn't put my mind at ease, instead it relayed information I didn't want to believe. The first words out of the ultrasound technician's mouth were that she was not allowed to say anything one way or another and that I would have to wait for the radiologist to go over the scans and get back to my doctor. That alone told me that the news wasn't going to be anything I wanted to hear. Don't they know those words are a dead giveaway? Then when I asked if she was able to find a heartbeat and she said "No but the radiologist is much more experienced and will talk to your doctor about the results so we don't know anything for sure until then" It only confirmed what I refused to believe.... After seeing my little angel on the monitor, not moving and waiting for what seemed like an eternity I got the call from my doctor. There in fact was not a heartbeat, and I was only waiting for my body to realize that the baby was no longer alive. I was waiting to have a miscarriage. She told me what to expect and what to look out for. I prayed for days for them to be wrong, for there to be some sort of miracle and for my baby to be alive and ok inside of me.... For a whole week I was torn between wanting the miscarriage to happen already if it was going to happen, being completely torn apart and wishing and praying for it all to be some sort of mistake, and for this horrible experience to be some sort of nightmare I could wake up from, not wanting to believe it to be true. For a whole week I could do nothing but wait for the most horrible day of my life yet, and cry, and be angry and ask over and over again "why??". I had just seen the baby's tiny heart beating almost 7 weeks before all of this. Why was this happening??? HOW was this happening?!
