The Beginning of the End- Tale of a Blighted Ovum, Part 2

♥This is Part 2 of a series about the loss of my first pregnancy almost 7 years ago.
If you are new, please first read Part 1- A Win and a Loss.

My pregnancy progressed well. I was so excited that I was going to become a mom! Each day I would read in my pregnancy book what should be happening with the baby and how big the baby was. My husband and I speculated on whether we would be having just one baby or twins. I even made a $1000 order on Amazon.com, (with my gift certificate from the radio station), purchasing a crib, stroller, carseat and many other things that the baby would need. Every 4 weeks or so, my husband would take a belly shot of me. I would marvel at how my body was changing and was so very excited with each pound I gained!

Then 12 weeks came around. I was finally past the 12 week mark and was so very excited about going in for my 3 month appointment the next week. However, things didn't go as I had planned. On a Friday evening, I started feeling ill. I found myself running to the bathroom with an upset stomache.

Saturday morning came and I was feeling better, but during a trip to the bathroom, I realized I was spotting blood. I didn't panic too much as I had heard this could be normal. However, when the spotting continued into the next day, I was starting to worry quite a bit. That evening, the bleeding had become heavier and I was cramping. Seeing as there was nothing my doctor's office was able to do over the phone, my husband took me into the E.R.

At this point I was scared. The baby I had dreamed of, prayed for, and wanted so very badly was now something I wasn't sure I would have. Crying, bleeding, and in pain, I waited in a cold E.R. exam room to find out what was wrong with me and my precious baby.

After an hour and a half of waiting in the exam room, now with a pad on, I finally received news that I would have an ultrasound by "Satan", or so the nurses had nicknamed him. As he did the ultrasound, I begged for him to turn the screen so my husband and I could see. He declined. I pleaded again, that he would please let me see. He didn't respond, and he never allowed me to see what he was seeing. He did his work, taking measurements, and then left my husband and I in the darkened room alone. Taken back to our exam room by a nurse, I sat cold, scared, and unsure of the future. Once again, I started to cry.