Unfortunately our little family suffered a pretty huge blow this week.
On Wednesday, I went in to our midwives' office for a routine appointment. Everything was going along pretty normally until my midwife E went to look for the baby's heartbeat. She searched and searched with the doppler, but couldn't pick anything up. She called in another midwife, who searched and searched. More silence. They booked me in for an urgent ultrasound to figure out what was going on. Needless to say, I was freaking out.
I drove from our midwives office to pick Ru up at work, and we went to the ultrasound office together. They wouldn't let Ru into the room with me while they did the scan. Scan done. The poor ultrasound technicians couldn't tell me anything - I had to wait for a call from E to see what was going on. But at this point, I felt deep down that it wasn't going to be good news.
I was right. E called us to say that our precious little one had passed away. She said that we could go in to the hospital that night to speak to someone about our options, or we could wait until the morning. Knowing that a night's sleep wasn't going to change anything in the long run, we chose to wait until Thursday morning to head in.
We went up to the hospital for 9:30am. All of the staff was absolutely fabulous, even though we had never met any of them before. They got my history, went over everything and got us into our own room. We found out that since I was already 18 weeks along, I was essentially going to have my labour induced. Not the happiest thought. But it had to be done.
I had my first dose of Misoprostol at just after noon, and my second dose at just after 4pm. Our little girl, Noelle, was born not long after 7pm. It turns out that she was perfect. She just happened to get herself tangled up in her cord and passed away. Stupid dumb luck, as Ru would say.
18 weeks and 2 days in utero.
Forever in our hearts.
We miss you baby girl.