It was a really tough weekend for my family. My wife on Thursday had some woman issues and is also 11 weeks pregnant with our second child. She called her doctor and was able to get an appointment for early friday morning. I was coming off of working a 12 hr night shift at my police job and at my parents house doing some things getting ready to do some work on the chally over the weekend when I got the call...... my wife called and said that her dr. sent her to another specialty ultra sound doctor cause they didn't hear a heartbeat for the baby. I immediatly dropped what I was doing and went over to where the specialty ultrasound place was to meet up with my wife who was a pretty shaken up by the premilnary news. The specialty place took my wife right in and did the procedure on her and then after she got dressed, showed us to a consultation room (never a good sign). They had my wifes dr. call us and talked to my wife with us in the private office. I knew the news wasnt good just from how the nurse seemed to be acting. The test confirmed that my wife had a miscarry. Mind you my wife had no signs at all of a miscarry and it basically just came out from no where. The doctor wanted my wife to have a DNC ( I think thats what it was called) to remove everything and "clean her up inside". That procedure was done at a local hospital with my wifes dr performing the procedure. It took only about 20 mins and she was out of surgery. My wife is doing pretty good and our families have been pretty supportive but it is still an emotional and mental drain as to why and how this could have happened? Lots of things start going through your mind and you start to question a lot of things that normally you wouldn't, such as religion, life itself, etc. Fortuntely, my wife and I have been there for each other and it is making the grieving process go a little easier but when you are not doing anything and just sitting there or its late at night and you are laying in bed, it starts to get the best of you.
Anyway, I feel like this board is an extended part of my family as I have gotten to know a lot of people on here, which is why I felt compelled to start this thread. Maybe it is part of the grieving process or not, I don't know. I just know that it makes me feel better expressing myself this way. I know that we are not the only parents who have gone through this as we are lucky to have a 20 month old daughter who also cheers us up just seeing her face in this time of darkness. I know as time passes things will get back to normal and time heals all things. Hoever, the scar of a memory will always be there and we wanted to have a boy and a girl.
Sorry if I have gotten eveyrone else here who read this a little sad and depressed too. All I can really say right now is RIP baby Kapral. You're in a much better place now even though I would have rather had you around down here with your mommy and daddy.
