When she heard my agreement, she immediately rose to her feet, wiped away her tears and dragged me toward the doctor's office. "Doctor, she agreed! Can we schedule the surgery right away?"
Before I could overthink, I was wheeled into the operating room. The anesthesia took hold quickly and my consciousness faded.
When I woke up again, I realized something was wrong. My lower abdomen was flat and there was no fetal movement in my belly. My baby was gone! Panic surged through me. Though the anesthesia hadn't entirely worn off, I forced myself to sit up and pressed the emergency call button.
A nurse approached with an indifferent expression. "What is it?"
"Where's my baby? Where is my baby?" Tears streamed down my face.
She casually replied, "We found fetal demise during the surgery, so we asked an obstetrician to perform a termination procedure."
No. That wasn't possible. I had just undergone a 4D ultrasound and the baby was clearly formed. How could it suddenly die in the womb? I grabbed her hand and wanted to ask more, but the noise at the door interrupted me.