I am not really sure who still reads this blog.
Maybe you follow me more on Instagram, Facebook or even Twitter.
But, the latest news is:
A few weeks ago, at 7 weeks, Summer heard Baby B's heartbeat. Today at 10 weeks, the heartbeat was gone. Baby B died at 9 weeks. Please keep two of the strongest people in your hearts during yet another loss that they are forced to bear. And keep hope that the next heartbeat they hear lasts forever.
This was Baby B's first photo.
I heard it and tears rolled down my cheeks.
A due date.
Less than 10% chance of miscarriage.
But, Baby B's heart stopped somewhere in between 9 and 10 weeks.
We were so close to having that healthy baby we have hoped for.
1 ectopic. 2 D&C's.
Mine is scheduled for Wednesday.
I am really not sure why this keeps happening.
But we heard a heartbeat and Baby B grew more than the rest.
Will the next have a heartbeat forever?
I am okay. Adam is not.
Then again, am I really okay?
Am I just being me?
Bringing out the fighter?
Finding that hope again? Or trying to?