On September 11, 2013, two little pink lines on a pregnancy test brought great joy to my heart. I couldn't stop shaking for a few minutes because it just did not seem real. We are having another baby! The next day I went to the doctor to confirm what I already knew, and set up my 6 week appointment. Our baby would be due May 25, 2014!!
It seemed so crazy that it happened so soon, as my husband came home from deployment only 2 months prior; I felt like our growing family was falling into place.
But then that past week, my happiness quickly turned into fear and dread- I started to bleed. The instant I saw it I began to shake and cry. I kept telling myself to relax, maybe it was just a fluke and it would stop. But it didn't.
I called my husband and we went straight to the ER. I was only about 5 and a half weeks pregnant, they said they wouldn't be able to see anything on an ultrasound. My HCG levels came back at 20, I knew in my heart what was happening. The doctor told me to get them checked again on Friday and we would go from there.
The next day everything got worse. The cramping/contracting was horrible, I could feel my body pushing out everything it could; my heart was telling my body to stop. But it didn't.
Every time I went to the washroom I cried.
That night it felt like all of my pregnancy symptoms vanished into thin air. And I cried some more.
Friday came around and first thing in the morning I was getting my blood drawn again. I waited for 2 painfully long hours for the doctors to confirm what I wished wasn't happening. The results came back and my levels were down to 5 and they need me to get them checked again next week to make sure they continue to go down. I sat there frozen as the doctor told me that my baby was gone- I had a miscarriage.
Everything he said after that seemed like a foreign language.
I walked out of the clinic doors into the OB/GYN waiting room filled with women in their later months of pregnancy waiting for their appointments. I started to cry, despite trying so hard to hold it in until I got into my car.
When I got to the car, I saw I had a voicemail on my phone, it was from my husband. Our daughter was on the phone and he told her to "say hi to mommy". After a few babbles, she said "Mommy, I love you!" My heart melted. I got home and gave her the biggest hug I could.
No one even knew we were expecting another child. It's a weird feeling to have. I just needed to share my story here and let it out of my head.
On September 25, our tiny Angel went to Heaven. I just wish I knew why. Then I saw this photo and I feel like it's helped, even the tiniest bit ( I do not own any rights to this image, here is the link to the source-
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**I will always remember you, my little Peppercorn <3 **
Taken way too early, but maybe God needed a Tiny Angel in Heaven.
On September 11, 2013, two little pink lines on a pregnancy test brought great joy to my heart. I couldn't stop shaking for a few minutes because it just did not seem real. We are having another baby! The next day I went to the doctor to confirm what I already knew, and set up my 6 week appointment. Our baby would be due May 25, 2014!!
It seemed so crazy that it happened so soon, as my husband came home from deployment only 2 months prior; I felt like our growing family was falling into place.
But then that past week, my happiness quickly turned into fear and dread- I started to bleed. The instant I saw it I began to shake and cry. I kept telling myself to relax, maybe it was just a fluke and it would stop. But it didn't.
I called my husband and we went straight to the ER. I was only about 5 and a half weeks pregnant, they said they wouldn't be able to see anything on an ultrasound. My HCG levels came back at 20, I knew in my heart what was happening. The doctor told me to get them checked again on Friday and we would go from there.
The next day everything got worse. The cramping/contracting was horrible, I could feel my body pushing out everything it could; my heart was telling my body to stop. But it didn't.
Every time I went to the washroom I cried.
That night it felt like all of my pregnancy symptoms vanished into thin air. And I cried some more.
Friday came around and first thing in the morning I was getting my blood drawn again. I waited for 2 painfully long hours for the doctors to confirm what I wished wasn't happening. The results came back and my levels were down to 5 and they need me to get them checked again next week to make sure they continue to go down. I sat there frozen as the doctor told me that my baby was gone- I had a miscarriage.
Everything he said after that seemed like a foreign language.
I walked out of the clinic doors into the OB/GYN waiting room filled with women in their later months of pregnancy waiting for their appointments. I started to cry, despite trying so hard to hold it in until I got into my car.
When I got to the car, I saw I had a voicemail on my phone, it was from my husband. Our daughter was on the phone and he told her to "say hi to mommy". After a few babbles, she said "Mommy, I love you!" My heart melted. I got home and gave her the biggest hug I could.
No one even knew we were expecting another child. It's a weird feeling to have. I just needed to share my story here and let it out of my head.
On September 25, our tiny Angel went to Heaven. I just wish I knew why. Then I saw this photo and I feel like it's helped, even the tiniest bit ( I do not own any rights to this image, here is the link to the source-
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**I will always remember you, my little Peppercorn <3 **
Taken way too early, but maybe God needed a Tiny Angel in Heaven.
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