On Monday, April 22, 2013, I went to my OBGYN appointment happily 11 weeks pregnant, or so I thought. The exam went great. She was about to send me on my way and I asked if I was supposed to have an ultrasound. The Doctor said I wasn't scheduled for that, but would have the tech squeeze me in. The ultrasound tech began an ultrasound on my stomach, but couldn't really pick up anything. She had to go the other route. She asked if I was truly as far along as I thought. The confusion began setting in and she took me to another room where the Doctor met me.
My world was turned upside down in an instant. The baby only measured 6 weeks and a few days and there was no heartbeat. It was gone. She wanted to schedule me for a D&C immediately. I began bawling my eyes out and called David. Luckily, he answered. It was unfortunate that I had to tell him such horrible news about our first child. My D&C was the following day. I was at the hospital by noon and my procedure began at 3pm.
I'll have to finish more of this story later..... At the moment, I should be crawling into bed so I may rest good before the OKC Memorial Marathon tomorrow. After struggling with the idea of still participating or not, I decided I needed to finish the mission I had planned to do a day shy of being 12 weeks pregnant. Now I will be doing it in loving memory of our angel baby.
Here is a photo of me at 10 weeks in what I was planning to wear for the baby's first half marathon tomorrow which was also going to be the big reveal day when we shared our good news.