What this post was going to say:
Instead it says this:
On Monday afternoon I caught a flight out of the village, headed for Anchorage where on Tuesday morning I would attend prenatal orientation, followed by my first prenatal appointment. After a long day spent traveling, I fell into bed at 1:30am, anxious for the following morning.
I awoke Tuesday nervous for navigating the city and finding where I was going in the large Anchorage Providence complex. I gave myself plenty of time and spent my first hour in a rundown of pregnancy in Alaska with nurse Anne.
After this hour, I finally got to meet with Lyn, my Certified Nurse Midwife, who was going to do an exam, as well as an internal ultrasound. I was so excited to confirm that it was just one bambino in there. But as I lay on the table and she inserted the wand, her face looked concerned. Then worried. Then just sad.
She couldn't find a heartbeat. And instead of measuring 10 weeks 1 day, the baby was measuring 9 weeks 1 day. It wasn't looking good. She sent me from her office to Advanced Sonograms of Alaska to confirm what she suspected.
Turns out she was right.
My baby's heart was broken.
And now mine is too.
More to come...