First of all, you have my deepest sympathy. I have been in your shoes.
My son was almost 4 when I got pregnant again. Wesley was old enough to be excited about the new baby. My doctor offered to do an amniocentesis at 14 weeks because I was an older mom and wanted to be ready for anything.
I had the procedure and made a follow up appointment. It was a girl! A healthy, normal girl. Joy! Happiness! We were over the moon.
A week later, at the doctor for the ultrasound, and there’s no heartbeat. He tried again and again. The doctor told me to get dressed and he’d see me in his office to go over my options. At this point, I don’t know what I was thinking, maybe he’s got some other way to find the heartbeat, yes.
I’m not dumb or naïve, but I admit I fail to read between the lines sometimes. My doctor danced around the situation and I just didn’t get it. He then just came out with it, “Your child is dead. You need to decide what to do. Here are your options.”
I was shattered. So hysterical I had to be escorted out the back door and down to my car. I sat there for 45 minutes and sobbed. I called my husband and he met me at home. I really can count on him for anything. He is my rock, and he was crushed over this too. We both looked at each other and I said, how are we going to tell Wesley?
We told him that night and he took my hand and said, “I’m sorry, Mom.” Tears, you can imagine.
I had the D&C 4 days later. It took me a long time to get emotionally stable enough to deal with it, and sometimes I feel guilty for having the amniocentesis. What if I hadn’t had it? Would things be different?
Six months later, I got pregnant with my beautiful daughter. She was a solid 9 pounds at birth. She’s 12 now.
Sorry this is so long, but I want you to know, you have a lot of support from here. My very best to you and your husband.