Two years ago today we lost our baby. I went into the operating room and they took my baby. My baby who's heart stopped beating. One moment I was pregnant and happy the next my life became unraveled.
It amazes me how fragile and percarious life is. One pulled thread can unravel the whole thing.
For me that day broke something deep inside. Something that while time marches on will never truly be whole again it may ache less but it will always be broken.
Today I let my mind wonder to think of the 1 1/2 year old that should be running around my house. He would be at that adorable toddler stage where every thing he does is cute. Would he be talking? We would probably be working on potty training him. How would my girl like being a big sister? Would his hair be brown? Eyes blue? Would he like bananas? I wonder how different our lives would be? Would I be working? Would my boy be overly burdened with work and responsibility? So many questions that I will never know the answer to.
Two years ago today I felt so strongly in the fact that we would have another baby. I was certian that it would happen. That there was a bigger reason for our loss. Now however two years and two additional losses later I'm at the fork in the road trying to decide what path to venture down. What may be a sign or just coincidence I have to get my blood drawn today for the fetal maternal specialist. I have to admit I'm a little scared of what they will find and what path it will send me down.
I hope to go to the beach today and let my mind wonder just a bit more before I pack up these thoughts and feelings.