As I lay in the doctor's office, listening to the earth-shattering news about what I went through, I felt a mix of emotions swirling inside me, making it hard to focus on anything else. The room felt suffocating as the doctor explained the complications that had arisen.
As mentioned by the doctor, I may have been under so much stress and had been restless since I got pregnant. My mind struggled to process the information, and I felt a surge of wrath rising within me. I tried to hold back tears as I grappled with the overwhelming weight of the situation.
I looked at the ultrasound images on the screen, trying to make sense of what had happened, but I came up empty. As the doctor outlined the possible complications that occurred, I was already pulling away from reality. I was about to lose our precious baby.
The doctor’s voice seemed distant as I tried to come to terms with what this meant for me and Wyatt. When the doctor noticed that I wasn't paying much attention, he asked if I was still in pain, and instead of answering his question, I asked him to do what was necessary and for a change of clothes, which he luckily had.