I have debated if I should write about this, but it's something that I want to document. While in Disney World Jeff and I had the ultimate surprise and blessing to find out that we were pregnant for the third time. We were so excited, but we wanted to wait to tell the boys until everything was confirmed via ultrasound. Over the next few weeks I fell so in love with the idea of having another sibling for my boys. As I was getting ready for my big 8 week appointment and ultrasound I became very sick with an upper respiratory infection. It was the most sick I have ever been, but I still somehow made it to my ultrasound. We were told that the baby was measuring small, but there was a heartbeat so I was hopeful when we left the appointment. Unfortunately my worst fears came true when I miscarried the baby a few days later. I was in shock and I was sad. I had already formed an attachment to this baby. I had two healthy babies so how could this happen to me? I will never know why I lost the baby, but I will forever love him/her. I now have a special angel watching over me.
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