
12 times a minute....
6,286,920 times this year.
.
.
A year ago today, at a routine
6-month pregnancy checkup,
they couldn't find a heartbeat.
My mind kept finding reasons,
excuses to not even consider
that my baby not alive.
.
.
My mom, who had the kids for the morning,
kept them for the afternoon
and my husband took me
to the hospital for an ultrasound.
I praise God that I was not alone.
I was still not worried.
.
.
Lying on the cot in the ultrasound room,
holding his hand,
I waited. waited. waited.
The tech said nothing.
.
.
"Can you tell me, please?"
I choked out, past deep sobs coming with the
realization of what her answer would be.
I remember feeling that I shouldn't cry....
maybe that she would be able to see something
if my stomach wasn't heaving with emotion.
.
.
"Your baby is gone...I'm very sorry.
Usually my job is one of the
best in the world, but days like today
I really hate it. I'm so sorry."
.
She left to call my doctor, and we came undone.
Our baby was no longer ours,
but in heaven's arms....