Friday morning came and it was time for the appointment. Adam and I drove to the OB/GYN's office and anxiously walked in. Already expecting us, the doctor and the nurse took us back right away. Laying on the table, I closed my eyes and listened as intently as I could as the doctor used the fetal doppler on my stomach. Adam squeezed my hand and I began to weep. I heard...nothing. It was silent. He was gone. The doctor brought us to a small ultrasound machine and we confirmed by sight. There my baby was, perfectly still on the monitor.
The doctor stepped away to arrange when we would go to the hospital to induce and deliver. He came back and mentioned that Mercy Gilbert was fully occupied until Monday and asked if it would be alright to wait until then. Not seeing any other option, it had to be. A plan was set in place and I would check into the hospital Monday afternoon. I began to e-mail my professors explaining my absence for the next week and we called into our works. I then drifted over to my blog, and with my head swirling trying to process what was happening, I felt a simple update would be deemed good enough:
*The following was what I wrote on this date in my other blog*
He's gone...
I knew the answer. I told him it was ok to let go. We listened for the heartbeat, there was none. Checked for heart activity on the ultrasound, there was none. I will be induced and deliver on Monday.
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