My story of coping with secondary infertility, recurrent miscarriage, and now enjoying watching my little people grow into big people
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
The end. Again.
Call it sixth sense, call it whatever you will, but somehow I knew. My baby has died. Again. I should have been 8 weeks 2 days, and the embryo was only 6 weeks. D & E is scheduled for tomorrow. My heart is breaking.
I'm the wife of T and mother to our five year old, D, our two year old, E, and our newborn, G. When D was not quite one, our lives took an unexpected turn when we began trying to give him a sibling. We had three miscarriages in the span of one year. (September and December of 2008 and June 2009). With no real answers, but a lot of hope, we joyfully welcomed our second baby into our family in July 2010. We are now blessed to have added a third child, a boy, in December of 2012. Please feel free to e-mail me if you wish at Wheresmywhitepicketfence@Hotmail.com