We ended up
going to our second appointment a little early because I had a little bleeding
(no cramping) and it freaked me out a little, but I also had peace about it. I
kept hearing through my thought process (which I know was God) that said you
didn’t get pregnant to lose it. This is your baby and everything is going to be
ok. So, I called the Doctor and they wanted me to come in so they could check
me out to make sure all was well. I ended up having to see a different doctor
because mine only works 2 days a week and they were able fit me in. At 8 weeks
along the chances of miscarrying are pretty high so it was best that I go in.
Once they
called me back the doctor did an exam and then said she would like to do an
ultrasound to see how things looked. I had Shawn hold my hand and as she panned
over our little baby (that looked like a peanut) I cried! After 8 long years of
waiting I finally got to see our little peanut. I had had ultrasounds before to
check other things out and wished every time that they would stumble upon a
little baby, but that never happened, so now to see MY little baby was so
incredible. The doctor stayed in the
room and explained everything that we were seeing and saw where the blood was
coming from and reassured us that everything looked just fine. Then the doctor
asked the tech to see if we could hear the heartbeat and sure enough we were
able to hear a STRONG heartbeat. Our chances of miscarrying dropped significantly
to 5 to 10%. Now it’s safe to tell people! SCORE!
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| 8 weeks |

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