Months and months ago, we were overjoyed to share that we were expecting a baby in November.
Over the weekend, I noticed that our little girl was moving less and less. Monday, she didn’t move at all, and I waited until the night (her most active time of day). She didn’t move on Monday night, even when it stormed, and on Tuesday we went in to see my doctor to get her checked out. Her heart was beating well, but my doctor had concerns about what he saw on the ultrasound and referred me to UK hospital for an ultrasound with a high risk doctor on Wednesday.
After another long night of not sleeping and not feeling her move and trying my best to focus on work on Wednesday morning, we drove up to UK to have the ultrasound. Five minutes into the ultrasound, the doctor came into the ultrasound room, took my hand and told me that our baby had passed away. They couldn’t find her heart beat. I was 27 weeks pregnant, and had just started the third trimester.
We’ve spend the past several days in the hospital, and we’re home now with one less person than we expected. Our hearts are broken, but we’re thankful that God gave us the time He did with our little girl.
Her name was Cora Lorraine. She had her Daddy’s ears and feet, and my hands. She was beautiful.
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