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Not With A Bang But A Whimper
May. 18th, 2006 02:53 pmMum had an ultrasound today. I stayed home with the youngers.
Dad called about half an hour ago. The baby has no heartbeat.
(It was the second time in my life I can remember ever having heard him weep.)
I can't even type straight.
I keep thinking, God, you can't do this to her again. She was so excited, so joyful, and what is the meaning in all of this? She doesn't deserve another miscarriage. I keep thinking, please, please, let it be a mistake. Timmy and Heidi don't know; I don't know if Mum and Dad are going to tell them, because we were just going to let them know today that Mum was pregnant. And now this.
I've seen too much death this year.
Pray for us, please, right now; all of us, but especially Mum.
Dad called about half an hour ago. The baby has no heartbeat.
(It was the second time in my life I can remember ever having heard him weep.)
I can't even type straight.
I keep thinking, God, you can't do this to her again. She was so excited, so joyful, and what is the meaning in all of this? She doesn't deserve another miscarriage. I keep thinking, please, please, let it be a mistake. Timmy and Heidi don't know; I don't know if Mum and Dad are going to tell them, because we were just going to let them know today that Mum was pregnant. And now this.
I've seen too much death this year.
Pray for us, please, right now; all of us, but especially Mum.
