This past Friday Keith and I experienced one of the single most scary moments of both of our lives. I don't want to go into any specific details because it was such a personal experience to both of us, but at one point, we thought we'd lost the baby. It was at that moment that the idea of the baby became real. My heart broke as I thought I'd never get to hold this baby as I got to with Luke. Or that I'd never get to feel the baby move inside me. Or get to hear it laugh some day. It was at that moment that I knew I loved this baby and wanted it to be real. I wanted it to stick.
At my appointment with the doctor on Monday, because we couldn't find the heartbeat with the usual thing, we were able to have a quick ultrasound to check what the status of my pregnancy was. Seeing the little heartbeat flicker away was such a welcome relief. All of our worries melted away and we were able to see our little peanut moving all over the place waving its arms and legs around.
Seems this baby already has a flair for the dramatic and likes to put on a good show. I love it.