Two weeks passed and a friend of mine at work wanted to practice doing a fetal echo. I laid on the table and had a gut feeling that she was going to find something.
On June 8th, we were told you no longer had a heartbeat. They confirmed your death with an ultrasound. The ultrasound showed that you had passed the week or two prior. My heart broke into a million pieces.
The mother’s intuition I had during the 34th week was right. When I woke up that Thursday afternoon and panicked about not feeling you, I knew you were already gone.
I had dialed my doctor’s office but hung up knowing that if we went in, my worst nightmare would come true. I felt you move that Thursday night, but the movements were never the same.
I honestly just thought you were getting too big. Later we found out, your movements were not intentional but rather your body floating inside of me.