Gosh. I haven't looked at this board since July. It feels like it was yesterday and it feels like it was a lifetime ago.
I was having spotting for two weeks prior to my termination date. My doctor said he thought my body had recognized something was wrong and was starting to miscarry. Basically Nathan wasn't going to carry to term no matter what.
The morning of my scheduled date, my water broke and I was admitted to the hospital. Then I started bleeding heavily so they whisked me away to surgery.
I'm still mourning but I'm healthy. I think we're going to start trying again next month. Since I'm 36, will be 37 in a few months, time isn't on my side.
I got a tattoo in Nathan's honor. It's the only one I have and had it put on my ribs. It was the only way I could think of that my little guy could leave his mark on the world.
The blue ribbon is a Trisomy 18 awareness ribbon. The day before my date, a monarch butterfly visited me and landed on my tummy. My aunt and I have talked about how maybe butterflies are the souls of loved ones who have passed on.
The blue on the butterfly symbolizes the chromosome defect.