The doctor came in for the ultra sound and asked how I was doing. All I could do was shrug and try not to cry. She asked me what was wrong so I told her that I was concerned because of the previous miscarriages. She told me not to worry about things that are out of my control. How easy for her to say, right?
And then the screen lit up:
She started off by showing us the pregnancy. It's the blob thing on the left side. In the top photo you can barely see two white plus signs that mark the crown to rump measurements.) I'm looking for a flicker, where's the baby's heartbeat? She then points out the sac and the yolk. (Do I see a flicker? Could it be, could it be?) Then she points to the fetal pole and then finally to the flickering heart beat!
We have a baby with a heart beat! Thank God, thank God, thank God!
It was absolutely awesome. The baby measures perfectly at exactly 6 weeks and 6 days. She turned up the sound and we got to hear the baby's heart beat. It was 120 beats per minute.
Chris had the biggest smile on his face. I was pretty much dumbfounded. I had gone in expecting the worst because my symptoms had been pretty minor and I'd had spotting over the weekend. What a turn around.
Because of my history of miscarriages, I'll have ultrasounds on the next following two Mondays. If God forbid something goes wrong, the doctor said she wanted to know right away. After those two u/s we'll be released to my OB's care and the risk of miscarriage will go down significantly.
I can't wait!
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Well written article.
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