Alex and I have been going through a lot these past few months (to say the least). Trying to process changing information in regards to our baby’s outcome, medical mysteries, and having to wait to deliver has been difficult. The bleeding that started this week was just the cherry on top of this awful situation.
I don’t want to gross anyone out so stop reading if you don’t like medical details.
The Friday of Labor Day weekend, Alex and I learned the devastating outcome of this first pregnancy.
After our 20 week ultrasound our doctor casually told us that in a couple of weeks we were scheduled to get another ultrasound to get more pictures of the heart. At this time I asked if the doctor wanted more pictures because something looked wrong with the heart or if the photos weren’t detailed enough – the nurse replied stating the latter.
After being reassured, Alex and I posted on Facebook the gender of our baby and started getting even more excited about our firstborn. I began the process of registering for gifts, Alex and I signed up for baby classes at the hospital, and we even started planning out the décor of the nursery. Three weeks later our dreams would be crushed.