You hear about horrible tragedies. They’re what happen to ‘other’ people. You can’t even imagine what they’re going through. You never think it could happen to you, but it happens to someone. I was 'someone'.
I can’t say she was a surprise. She was conceived when our youngest, our first daughter, was 7 mos old. We weren’t doing much to prevent a pregnancy. I figured at 35, it wouldn’t be that easy to get pregnant. I was wrong. I admit, I was happy about it. I love being pregnant. My only concern was Samantha. Would a new baby make her grow up too fast. Steal her time at being the baby.
On April 1, 2010 At our 2nd level ultrasound at 19 wks our world stopped. We were excited to confirm we were expecting another girl I was sure she was. She was a girl. She had passed the week before. No heartbeat. She was diagnosed with Cystic Hygroma with Turner Syndrome or Down Syndrome.
In the following week I did a lot of research and I cried. Cystic Hyrgroma’s and Turner Syndrome are usually fatal. I pray she went peacefully as she slept. I didn't have to make the decision to end or prevent her suffering. I don't think I could have recovered from that decision. God made the decision for me, for that I am thankful.
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