I had my first scare the other night. Oh how I forgot how bad these things are.
I slept ZERO, ZILCH, NADA….
I spent an hour drinking ice cold water. Than eating ice.
Then I finally pulled out the Doppler to look for the heart beat and still nothing. I didn’t lose my shit at that point because I know from experience that when you scared it’s really hard to find the heart beat.
Finally at 2 AM I woke hubby up. I was just scared shitless and couldn’t take it anymore. He’s like well why don’t you eat something sweet or drink juice?
I followed suit… and lo and behold there baby started kicked like a maniac! Totally must’ve been sleeping!
I freaked Because it’s our routine to focus on kicks at that same exact time so for it to be different scared me.
That moment showed how hard pregnancy after loss truly is.
You lose that innocence… all you do is worry for any little thing.
All I want is a healthy baby in my arms. I don’t care about anything else!!!!!!