I didn’t wait around for the scan that day because it was my birthday. If my baby had died, I didn’t want August 6 to be the day I found out. Then that day would no longer be my birthday. Instead it would forever be the day I found out my baby died. There are dates from my previous pregnancies that I’ll never forget – May 4 (the day we first knew there was a problem), May 7 (the day we received our fatal prenatal diagnosis), May 10 (the day we got a second opinion scan with Dr. P), May 18 (the day my baby died), June 20 (the day my second baby died).
I spent the remainder of my 36th birthday praying that August 7 would not be remembered as the day I found out my third baby died. Keith was great. He reminded me that they couldn’t find the heartbeat on the dopplerat about the same point in my first pregnancy but found it on the ultrasound. That reassured me a little bit.
The next morning, August 7, we repeated the NT scan. We had an awesome ultrasound tech. As we were walking back to the room, I explained to her what happened the day before. She immediately found the heartbeat and let us hear it. She talked to us during the entire scan and explained everything she was seeing. We had three more scans with the Maternal-Fetal Medicine specialists and I requested her every time. Unfortunately she was only there to do our final scan.
I believe that God placed her on my path that day. He knew that she was the tech that I needed to help calm the anxieties that had built up during the twenty-four hours prior to that scan. Once again, He showed me that I didn’t have to be afraid.