Two years ago I woke up 17w pregnant, anxious to see our baby again, and find out if we were having a boy or girl. A friend watched O while we went get or ultrasound. Today, I am watching her son while she, 17w pregnant, goes to the same office for her ultrasound. The sun rises again, and will hopefully set in a different story.
Two years ago today we had a beautiful ultrasound. A bright spot in my sickness, we got to see our little boy. We shared our excitement over having another boy with our friends and family. It wasn’t until the next day that we got the call that the doctor had concerns and wanted us to come back. The start of the fear, panic and grief that would cover the rest of the month, and the grief that lasts forever.