Where to begin… I went in on January 16, 2015 for my first ultra sound. My husband and I were thinking we were 8 weeks along, we were excited to fine out details on when I was due for this was our first child. During the ultra sound the tech kept saying it looks like I was farther along than 8 weeks. She took measurements of the baby’s arms, legs, head, torso, and thighs. It was the most amazing thing to see the baby on the screen, and knowing that there was a person growing inside me. Then doctor came in next and said that I was 19 weeks along by the measurement of the thigh bone, and there was no heartbeat. My heart sank… I couldn’t wrap my mind around what the doctor was saying. She had to repeat it to me and my husband a few times. From there we decided to be induced 2 days later. So, on January 18 I was admitted to the hospital, and our baby girl was born sleeping on January 19, 2015 at 11:06am, weighing in at 9 oz and 10 ¼ inches long. She was so beautiful, and we named her Grace! The hospital’s Chaplin came in and baptized her, we cried, Grace was held by all of her grandparents and her mom and dad, and she stayed in my hospital room till I was discharged 24 hours later. A week later we buried her on top of her Great Grandmother.
Every day since January 16, I have been not only heartbroken and sad, I have wanted to curl up and disappear, and all I want to do is to hold her again. She was so beautiful! I get thru each day knowing that when Grace first opened her eyes she saw God, met all of her Great Grandparents, and knowing that she is somewhere safe. Please pray for me and my husband in this time of healing.