Sorry for the lack of blogging lately, but, if you follow us on Facebook, you already know a bit of the reason why.
Shortly before Thanksgiving, Kc and I were thrilled to find out that we were pregnant...again. We could not believe that God had blessed us with our third child.
At our six week ultrasound we were able to see our precious little baby and watch their tiny little heart flutter away. It was beating at a very strong one hundred fourteen beats per minutes. What a miracle!
Because of some very early chromosomal testing, we knew that our Little
One was very healthy...and that our Little One did not have Fraser
Syndrome...and that our Little One was a girl. We were beyond ecstatic!
On Monday, we were scheduled four our nine week ultrasound. We were instantly amazed at how much she had grown in just a few short weeks. We were quickly devastated, however, when the doctor could not find her heartbeat. She searched and searched and searched, and yet nothing. The heart that should have been beating at one hundred fifty beats per minute was mysteriously silent.
The drive home from the doctor's office was agonizing. All the memories and feelings of our final ultrasound with Ryan came flooding back. Knowing the exact moment when your heart literally breaks inside your chest is perhaps one of the most painful things we have had to go through...again.
Today, Kc and I are celebrating our fifth wedding anniversary.
Wow, five years?!?
Only five years!?!