We found out we were pregnant at 4 weeks, 5 days. Exactly one week later, I started spotting at night. In the morning, I was still spotting so we went to the doctor’s office. He sent us for an ultrasound the same day.
After the tech was done and I was allowed to go to the bathroom, I knew we were losing this baby. I was now passing clots, not just spotting. When I came back to the ultrasound room, I told Jeff the same, and by the time the doctor came into the room, I was barely holding it together.
The doctor came in and told us that they couldn’t see anything. No fetal pole, no gestational sac. Nothing. By the time we got back into the car, I was a mess. We had already told our families and some close friends. So now we had to do the hard thing and tell them that our baby was gone.
Jeff and I had planned a spa day in Banff long before we found out we were pregnant. The day we found out about our miscarriage was the day we were supposed to leave to the mountains. After some consideration, we decided that maybe getting away would be the best thing for us.
It honestly was one of the better decisions we made. We talked and cried on the drive. Shared dreams we had for this baby and the hurt we felt knowing none of those dreams would be coming true now.
Waiting on Sunrise 