I just stood in my kitchen, trying to figure out what I was going to tackle next, while eating spoonful after spoonful of frosting.
That’s totally normal when you’re pregnant, isn’t it?
This morning we had one of our weekly ultrasound dates (super romantic, right?) and then a non-stress test for the little guy. Lots of doctor appointments are par for the course when you’re pregnant after losing a baby.
We were sitting in the ultrasound room and everything was measuring well – baby boy’s heart rate was good, he was practicing his fetal breathing movements, he had gone from being head down to breech. We got a good laugh out of that one. Then she paused. And looked concerned. And I think my heart stopped.
While it was obvious that the baby was alive, she couldn’t get him to move.
For the most excruciating seven minutes of my life, she poked and prodded my belly to try to get him to start moving around. “He must be sleeping!” While likely the truth, that’s not exactly comforting for a mama in my position...Continue reading at The Mommyhood Project