Remembering Mia

My husband and I were surprised but excited when we found ourselves unexpectedly pregnant for a third time. I scheduled an appointment with my obstetrician and arrived at her office six weeks and six days into my pregnancy.

My 4-year-old daughter Eve was at preschool and my 20-month-old son David was in the waiting room with my sister. I figured my husband Matt would have to take off days from work over the next nine months so I told him to skip what I expected be an uneventful first appointment.

That Monday, I happily chatted with my doctor. She buzzed one of the nurses during the exam to check if my insurance plan approved a six-week ultrasound. It was and she set up the machine. As the scan started, she stared at the monitor and suddenly the silence took over the room. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. Call it mother’s intuition, but I knew I was pregnant four days before I missed my period. I also knew in my heart that I would never meet my baby face-to-face. Read more