On 19 March 2009, we found out our little boy wasn't going to make it.
It was our 19 week scan, and the news we received was the worst news we could possibly have been told. Our precious baby boy was very sick.
I hate that day, I hate having being told our baby had a lot of problems, I hate that ultrasound room, I hate having had to wait at my OB's rooms full of happy pregnant women while waiting to be told "your baby isn't viable", I hate that my OB said he would pass me onto a specialist to care for us while he went overseas, I hate the fact that I did everything I could not to cry when I walked back into the waiting room, I hate the car ride home afterwards, and telling my mum about her grandson while she was sick in hospital.
This day last year was the worst day of my life and the day my dreams for my baby were crushed.
Friday, March 19, 2010
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3 comments:
Thinking of you, Fiona.... so sorry.
Wishing for peace to come your way on this very difficult day. xx
fiona *hugs* i know im a few days late but im still thinking of you and your beautiful bailey too..
i hope all is well with you - you havent been blogging as much of late - you are probably too tired :)
take care dear - you need your energy
xxxx
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