Thursday we had another appointment.
There was no heartbeat.
And baby only measured 7w2-3d; it should have been 8w3-4d.
They sent us for confirmation ultrasounds but I already knew it.
Our baby died. Probably on Tuesday, March 12th.
It’s been a blur of emotions and heartache and decisions and overwhelming support and love from our family and close friends.
I will write a more detailed post later as I continue to process everything but I can barely manage even this right now.
At the Appointed Time 