Our fertility doctor called us within minutes of leaving the perinatal specialist’s office. He told us that while our baby had a heartbeat, it was a little low and he wanted us to remain cautiously optimistic.

We immediately called all of our family and friends back to tell them we were still pregnant. They were all just as shocked and excited as we were and agreed that we truly had a miracle baby growing inside of me.

We went for another ultrasound the following week (week 7) and our baby’s heartbeat was beating even stronger. It was the most amazing and beautiful sound.

Our final ultrasound with our fertility doctor was scheduled for the following week. We couldn’t wait… this would be our last appointment before we graduated to my OB’s office.

I remember lying back on the exam table and staring up at the screen, waiting to hear that most amazing and beautiful sound again… but there was nothing to hear. “Can you turn the volume up on the machine? Or move to another area?”, my husband asked. But, our doctor said in order to hear the heartbeat he needed to see it first, and… he didn’t see it. He then told us that given everything we’ve been through we can come back in a couple days for another ultrasound just to make sure there was still no heartbeat. We did… and there wasn’t.

After 8 weeks the roller coaster ride we had been on was over… we had officially miscarried.