
Thursday seems like a million years ago.
Thursday I started spotting. Bright pink; I told myself it was probably nothing. However late in the afternoon there were ultrasounds. The final one was unlike any ultrasound I've ever had. The tech was silent, we did not exchanged looks or words. Just this poor girl clicking away at the screen, unable to tell me the bad news . Finally after what seemed like an eternity I said through tears-'if this wasn't awful there would be a different tone in the air...right'? She squeezed my arm & told me she was sorry. Sigh. It was so awful. I just wanted it all to be over with. I wanted to know why. I'm in my 2nd trimester, I've had three healthy babies, I've never been healthier than I am now, the odds of this happening statistically are so slim. Finally the Dr. came in & gave me my two options. I was too far along for this to complete itself naturally; so they could start an IV that would 'complete the process' or have a D&C in the morning. That was it, I was excused. I called Rob, my mom & sister; calmed down enough to drive & started for home. Thursday night I started bleeding & almost lost my composure. I didn't want to go through this here at home and have to complete it the next day with surgery. The night finally turned into morning & with heavy hearts Rob & I walked in to ambulatory surgery Friday morning. My friend Margie works at the hospital and was with us most of the day, it was just the distraction both of us needed. Next week I go back in & at that time we will know what went wrong.
Now we just have to decide when/what we are going to tell the kids.
I know that thoughts & prayers have been sent our way...thank you.