16 week OB appointment. 

Usually a good one, right?

You feel better.  Already heard the heartbeat once…

you think you’re good to go.

Well, so did I.

The panic starts as the doctor can’t pick up the fast little heartbeat.

She changes dopplers a couple times.  Then pulls in the big machine.

We can see a cute little something.

But hear nothing.

It’s a lot to swallow.

But we know our hearts will heal with time and with the help of our Savior.

Thanks for all the support we’ve received thus far.  We appreciate it all.

As the ordeal ended yesterday, and we were left to deal with our emotions, it’s been cloudy and rainy outside for the first time in months.

The weather knows how I feel.